A Weekday

This is the first thing I do every morning; I wake up, crawl into the kitchen, and throw a raw baguette into the oven. When I get out of the shower, the house smells like bread -- not only that, but I suddenly find myself in possession of a prime cheese-eating device.

Mmm, cheese.

Sometimes I wake up and, upon discovering that there is no bread in my house, just go back to bed. I can never figure out how this disastrous state of affairs comes about; I must have a serious mouse problem. Or maybe a case of roommates.