All-American night

The enormity of the last two days has been unreal: I spent them writing papers (and that is the correct meaning of enormity, dammit).

That situation resolved itself around 5:30 this afternoon, just in time for All-American night in Medag 123. That's right: it was hamburgers and french fries for all (I actually didn't have fries). I was the only one who got the hamburger at the market, and I got a lot. As you can see, and this is no camera trick, my hamburger and the incredibly tasty bun that I also bought from a bakery in the market was as tall as my Coke can. Delicious. I also fried up some onions, as you can see. We also listened to great American music: Born in the USA; God Bless the USA; God Bless America; America, Fuck Yeah. You know, the classics. Good times, good times.