Sex Me Like A Breakfast Burrito: An Ode To The Early Morning

The legend started about a week ago one night, long after the dining hall was closed, when I was very hungry and striking out on an epic 1:30 highway run. "I'm hungry", I said. "Very Hungry. And I want pancakes." Pancakes, you see, are my favorite breakfast here on the tundra. Somehow they're served only once or twice a week, which makes them quite an event (keep in mind that I only make breakfast a few times a week, so the two events coinciding is fairly rare). I was hungry enough that only a great breakfast could truly sate me. Nothing would stand in my way. Nothing. Not even crazy dudes with chainsaws, endless highways, or Olympic caliber sprinting zombies. I told my running partner again and again, "I'm really looking forward to those pancakes, and nothing will stop me." Well, yeah, you get it.

Anyways, I braved the early morning wake-up call and made it to breakfast. I had a huge stack of pancakes, enough to actually make me a little sick of pancakes. Naturally, I went back to sleep immediately afterwards, my only reason for being up having been fulfilled. When I awoke that afternoon, I was informed that, since it was a weekend, they served pancakes at lunch too...until 1pm.

I have no regrets.

Several days later (which, I suppose, was also several days ago) I decided (for reasons I can't for the life of me remember) to stay up until about 9:30 in the morning. I don't remember anything about that night, but I remember walking to breakfast with the same guy I'd been running with earlier. He asked if I'd been up all night and I said "Yes, and guess what's for breakfast."

Pancakes.

I decided to stay up tonight too, truly just for shits and giggles (and because I've been falling asleep at disturbingly predictable times lately). I looked at the menu for breakfast this morning so I'd know what I had to look forward to and to my surprise I saw pancakes.

Certainly, this is a sign.