After my brief adventure at EHS this morning, I decided to carry out mundane tasks of the day by first busing home to my apartment, and then walking to McDonald’s for a quick and unhealthy lunch. Fast Food = ERROR IN MY STOMACH. Big Macs are so bad for you, but also very delicious, so I jammed them down my stomach before heading back home, where I accidentally fell into a deep food coma, taking a 2 hour nap (instead of doing P90x, sadly). When I woke up, I was hungry again, so me and Pam went ahead and got more fast food (Gross) at Carl’s Jr. In comparing a Star burger to a big Mac, I must say the Star tastes better. Nevertheless though, the two trips to fast food locales makes me officially $18 over budget for the month and my stomach in a very bubbly and unhealthy state. Sad Times. Afterwards, we headed to Barnes and Nobles so Pam could study, while I caught up on summer reading. I read some tween magazine, the terrible Time and Newsweek magazine (which oh so blatantly ignores Ron Paul as a legitimate candidate running for 2012 office), and some self-help books. One fascinating one was the “Happiness Project” which lured me into deep hypnopsis with its wonderful tips for being happy. We talked for a bit before I ultimately headed home, where I saw Tyler in crutches. Sad Times.