Flat bread

I have never been completely with it first thing in the morning. This morning was no exception to the rule. I stumbled out of bed and found myself in the kitchen, where I made an egg and cheese sandwich and cut up some grapefruit. For some reason, I forgot I was carrying two things in my hand when I went to the living room to eat. I subconsciously set the plate with the sandwich down on the couch and thinking that it was still in my hand, promptly turned around and sat down... right on top of my sandwich. My day only got better from here.