Enjoy.

Tomorrow I sit for the final day of the Louisiana Bar Exam. Obviously, I'm cramming. For the past few days I've survived mostly off of redbull, cheezits -- which have an awful after-taste and can only be cured by eating more cheezits --, cereal, coffee and water. Because of my horrible study eating habits, my stomach and overall wellbeing have gone to shit. So, I've decided to employ the phrase "carpe diem" and treat myself a little better. While a gas station sandwich doesn't spell gourmet eating to most, it's hella lot better than yesterday. Plus, a non-caffeinated drink for good measure.
Note - I typically don't drink Powerade, but the gas station was out of Gatorade. Gotta work with what you got.
Does your sandwich even have any condiments? For some reason the thought of you eating a dry gas station sandwich is making my heart hurt.
ReplyDeleteThis is so Emily. Go to New Orleans, one of the best cities in America as far as food is concerned (beignets, gumbo, cajun, etc) and hole up in a hotel room eating snacks and gas station food.
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