Mine! Mine! Mine!

We're all getting used to the longer hours. It's strange to go through what feels like an entire workday and realize there's another entire workday yet to come before you can go pass out. They say an army travels on it's stomach. This army travels on our coronary arteries. The pizza is really good. I need an average of four slices a day. Each piece contains a slice of bacon, a slice of ham, and a slice of pepperoni. And then there's the cheesecake. Every day. As good as Juniors from Brooklyn. There is also a 24 hour burgers and fries bar,  A station featuring fresh-baked bread and cheeses, the always open freezer full of chocolate dipped ice cream bars. Baskets full of candy, cookies, and granola bars. And of course the 24-hour Starbucks. Now it's about survival.  That's why I'm sure you can understand why I have all this stuff in my room. Otherwise I might starve to death. Everyone is squirreling away food from the commissary in their rooms. The bananas look like they came from Chernobyl but they taste okay. I'm lucky to have a refrigerator so I can steal a fruit salad and an egg salad sandwich on whole wheat with lettuce for breakfast tomorrow 2 PM. We're acting like seagulls grabbing food to bring back to our nests. I know I'll sleep better as this pile grows.