Today began like any other day, by making love to a plate of eggs. I was fortunate enough to arrive at breakfast around 9:35, the end of hot breakfast and the beginning of extendo. It’s that time when the last piping hot pan of eggs gazes at me from across the servery. When you feel that kind of love you know. For those of you who enjoy the fruits that breakfast has to offer, you also know that no one shows up at 9:30 for extendo. Instead, extendo begins at precisely 10:07 with a mad rush for coffee ennemas and burnt bagels. I’ve wittnessed it. I’ve been in it. I’ve survived. This is my story.
How was your extendo?
“A mind numbing thrill ride of a time”