Real, real tired

woke up to a nice lady cooking eggs, bacon, and toast. She also cooked us some coffee, I had half a cup from a donkey mug. I called it "half-ass".
We drove to Iowa from St Louis, and on the way stopped at a convenience store. Shit, I really did it. I got some cheese sticks. I know it's gross, but I wanted something salty and warm. I'm not the kind of person who can feel satisfied by nuts or fruit when I'm hungry. So. I ate three, Eli ate one, and Karl ate one. I had a little bit of Karl's stale popcorn. Karl offered me a bite of his cheese filled spicy jerky but I declined. Then I happened to notice (because of my eye for detail) that in a display of 3-packs of donuts, there was one package with only two. A mistake on the part of the donut factory! So I brought it up to the counter and presented it to the clerk, pointing out the defect, and the fact that it was un-sellable. She gave them to me. The first ingredient was sugar. I ate one.
When we got to Rock Island, IO (not even kidding!) for our Daytrotter session, we got some pizza. We ordered it ahead of time from the van. We got two larges, one with four toppings and one with three. As it turns out, we spent $28 in toppings alone! And the cheese was like a 1/2 inch thick, I had to pull so much off. I ate two pieces with fresh spinach on top and then took a nap on a wooden floor in the Daytrotter building.
Just now I finished eating some spaghetti with parmesan, and romaine salad. Thinking about having some of this juice, but generally I don't mix juice with savory foods. It gives me gas.