Subway Breakfast

So earlier this morning, well now technically yesterday morning, I got myself a Subway breakfast. A 6” flatbread sandwich with egg, pepper jack cheese, bacon, green peppers, and onions, an English muffin with eggs, pepper jack cheese, and onions, and a little bottle of orange juice. Now one thing you must realize about my family and I is that we hardly ever go out to eat, especially breakfast. We only do that for dinner when we’re on road trips or for special occasions. Another thing you must realize about me is that I’m easily impressed and can take an incredible amount of joy in the miniscule things in life. (Just so no one thinks I’m that great, I can also be so ticked by the smallest things, so it balances). Anyway, I had to clutch the bag in my hand and bike handgrip because my watch said I was late to leave for the Roskam campaign office where I intern, and I hate being late. So I had to wait on devouring my newly bought friends (Which were $3.67 with a coupon, which was partly the reason I went) until I made it to the office. Well, upon wrenching my right hand open and opening up the thankfully still warm sandwiches, I proceeded to eat them carefully in the hallway, listening to the only two people in the office at that time talk about how to get an apartment in D.C. (One of them was going to get an internship there). As I knew we were going door-to-door that day, I somewhat regretted getting the onions, but they were good and I love onions. I think they sort of dominated the English muffin though. But overall, I’d say if I had much more money to throw around, I would definitely be back there more often. Plus the fact that it’s healthy happens to be a conscience assuager. The orange juice was excellent too, though I love orange juice with a passion. Oooh. I’m actually planning on seeing how fast I can drink a half-gallon of it. I have high expectations because I almost succeeded in drinking a gallon of milk in an hour, and orange juice tastes better than milk.

Gee whiz, I’m making a blog post about a breakfast. My narratives are quite all-encompassing and awkwardly thorough. Oh well. That’s why it’s my blog and not yours. If I didn’t want to watch myself think and post about the most mundane things that seem cool to me, I would’ve hired someone else to write this…