Monday, not going to win a Webby Award.

Breakfast? Jeno's combination pizza and a raspberry Yoplait yogurt.
Lunch? Left over Thai curry from Friday. Massaman, maybe? I forget the name of it. Cashews, red skin potatoes and imitation vegetarian duck in a rosy orange curry sauce. The duck was possibly the best vegetarian meat substitute I've ever had. I'm not that familiar with meat-substitution beyond tofu and Morningstar Farms, but I think this was a version of wheat gluten that was pressed out in layers to mimic duck breast. The texture gave like meat between my teeth and had a very rich, earthy character to it that would fit most duck recipes well.
Dinner, a great heaping mess of garbage. I wasn't in the mood to cook. I was in the mood to lay on my floor and stare at the ceiling. From the depths of such ennui came a swill tour de force.
For starters, there was a bag of tortilla chips sitting in the fridge. Fresh tortilla chips from delivery Mexican my roommate had ordered on Sunday. They were nested in a greasy paper bag that had been torn open down the length of the bag, and then sort of crumpled into a ball back around the chips. Amazingly, they were still quite good, possibly even better than they were on Sunday.
Below those in the fridge was a tub of guacamole from the same delivery. After scraping the top 1/4" to the side, there was still a lot of good guac left. It's a very well-balanced guacamole The taste of the avocado was very prominent with a spice that built up over a few bites.
Then there was a can of Chef Boyardee Overstuffed Ravioli. Overstuffed, not worth paying more than the regular stuffed ravioli. Don't buy into the overstuffed hype.
And just to keep up my nutritional values, there was a "The Hulk" popsicle from some superhero-color themed popsicle mix box. It was green and purple and the ugly color that comes from mixing green and purple fluids and then freezing them.
The three of us, roommates, all sat around the living room, eating "The Hulk" popsicles, talking about how grown up we were.