The whole point of going early today was to come back home early, take care of some things, then go to the library and write some angry letters.  Around noon, I stopped by somewhere to catch a little UEFA and had chorizo n egg breakfast burritto.  I wasn't really hungry, I didn't enjoy it, but my brain or body was still in starvation mode from last week.  I ate the whole thing, went into my car, and promptly fell asleep.  I woke up a couple hours later whimpering, and there was this old blonde white man with long hair and blue eyes sitting down in front of my car staring at me, and I said, Jesus? 

Then I got out of the car and bought a Strawberry Shortcake ice cream and it seemed like he was smiling.  I stared at him for awhile as I was eating it.