I can't imagine there is a single thing on White Castle's menu which is palatable. It is the absolute worst fast food chain conceivable. You can quote me on it. There's one right by my gym. I look at it in disgust several times each week.
This week's holiday schedule is messing me up. I'll experiment with going to the gym in the morning before work tomorrow, I think, if I can get up early enough. Odd thing: my phone's alarm clock just can't be convinced to work. I've tried many times. It makes me mad inside my head.
I'm going to buy some eggs and hard-boil them. We already have eggs, but not as many as I want to hard-boil. This way, I'll have ready-to-go eggs without the worry of having to clean up afterwards in the morning or whenever I want an egg. We have sandwich bread, meat, and cheese, I should have packed a sandwich for lunch. Ham and cheese sandwich == victory for the forces of democratic freedom.
Somebody brought up St. Adalbert and the sacred oak trees after watching Avatar. Coincidentally, while reading about St. Wenceslaus (see previous diary entries), I ran into St. Adalbert's story. I think I prefer St. Adalbert to Avatar. For those missing the reference, St. Adalbert was bishop of Prague and he went to Prussia as a missionary. He cut down the sacred oak trees of the pagans and was martyred for his efforts. Adalbert is a great name, though Wojciech/Vojtěch doesn't sound so great to English ears. St. Adalbert of Madgeburg is also quite interesting - he was sent to St. Olga of Kiev. No chopping of trees, though his companions were slain. Anyway.
It's time for lunch. Not ham and cheese.
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