The day I ate too much bread

I didn't realize how messy it was. Well now you know.

Today was the day I wrote my first five page literary analysis in Spanish.

And the day I ate too many carbs. Ugh, I never thought I'd feel woozy at the thought of an organic compound. Don't be too shocked: [the pause where I debate whether or not to actually expound, but piggies must not be ashamed] I ate a strawberry jam sandwich for breakfast, a baguette sandwich (ham and tomato, drizzled with olive oil) for lunch, and seriously, it should have stopped there because I forgot to bring my wallet to the center today. But you know that moment when you reach into the crevices of your backpack thinking *just maybe* there might be a few coins and much to your delight, your fingertips come into contact with magical money --a sign that you and an afternoon snack were destined for each other. Whoaaaaa, that's cheesy. But that was honestly the way I [ir]rationalized my next action. So I went to Mercadona and decided on a simple cheese bocadillo. Cute little carbs, no big deal. Then I walked over to the bakery section, noticed that fresh hot baguettes had just been placed on the shelves, and decided that cute little carbs wouldn't do and picked up the big bunch of monster carbs that smelled bready and delicious. Ate the entire [approximately 14-inch] thing in less than twenty, guzzled down with some orange fizzy soda. In front of a guy in the library who was listening to heavy metal. I felt like a bread monster and his music honestly did not help.

This is the third time I've eaten an entire baguette in one sitting. I guess I really love bread. I should probably stop doing this though because I've never understood taxidermy so well till now.

Feeling stuffed,

Christy