Rhizopus has claimed my Naan

Despite my ear ache and the noises of the freeway and the wind battering my windows, I must admit, I slept wonderfully last night. I was nice and warm--though by no means too warm--and I slept a deep and dreamless sleep...well, for most of the night. So I awoke this morning with the belief that the luck of such a good night's rest would carry through into the late morning. Did it? Not really. I go to make the world's greatest sandwich at 10:30am this morning--I make sandwiches on weekends instead of eating breakfast; I'm weird--and I discover the naan I was going to smother hummus on top of had been claimed by bread mold. Well, you know what, rhizopus, fuck you! So I used the sub-par bread that while good in nourishment and virtue is no naan and doesn't taste good with hummus. Instead of having the world's greatest sandwich, I was forced to have...a sandwich. I can't complain, for mine are better than most, and it was satisfying none the less. But it was just a sandwich.

Now what does the world's greatest sandwich consist of, you might ask? Well, it is this: A piece of Tandoori naan cut in half and smothered on one side with Mediterranean hummus, on the other side with Wasabi Mayonnaise. I then lay once piece of the cheese of my liking--this time it was cheddar--onto the side with the mayo and I pile a few pieces of deli meat--or even left over meat from last night's roast--onto the side with the hummus. Lay one piece on top of the other, top it off with a red plum and some diet coke and you've got yourself one hell of a meal.

Tonight I'm having dinner with my house mates. Two of them are these awesome Chinese gals who are older than me, but great none the less, and the other is a 60 year old nursing student/recluse who kind of scares me. I'm sure she's a good person, she's just creepy and not very friendly. At least to me, she isn't. And I've never seen her act very friendly toward my other house mates either. Maybe she's a vampire. It's a possibility.