Huevos rotos

I had the most pleasant lunch today - patatas bravas, olives, scrambled eggs with potatoes (enough starch?), the best coffee I've tasted in awhile, and cinnamon ice cream with a dessert that I can only describe as french toast x 100, in terms of how delicious it was. I left the restaurant with the feeling that I get when I have Med brunch on a Sunday afternoon. Despite any work that I may have, that hour of respite makes me love the fact that I exist, and that even when I'm stressed or in the academic hole, I can still go out to breakfast with my Dad, or a friend, or whoever it may be. 

But now I'm searching for an apartment and attempting to navigate the harrowing process of choosing classes for next semester.

I'd like a big chocolate bar right about now.