Today I had Boston Creme Pie for breakfast — it's my birthday, don't judge.
For lunch I had leftovers from Sunday's dinner special at Dave's: Half a massive hunk of meatloaf and half a baked potato, with half a side of what is most likely the best brown gravy I've ever tasted. I managed to eat the other half of the massive hunk and the baked potato on Sunday evening, along with a salad smothered in Thousand Island dressing.
There's a little voice inside my head that warns me to break this Sunday special into three separate meals next time, if I'd like to see my next birthday. But there's a louder voice that says, “Meh. Take your chances … this stuff is awesome.”