I’ve just eaten my last solid meal until tomorrow afternoon, a single egg, scrambled, plain. I’m already feeling hungry.

Cleaning up afterwards, I had to wonder for the millionth time: What the hell is it about eggs that makes them stickier than rubber cement? Just like every time before this, I had to do a lot of thumbnail-scratching to get the egg off the spatula I used to flip them in the fry pan. Is this something I should be putting in my mouth? What’s it doing to my gut? Well, I guess we’ll know the answer to that last question soon enough.