In honor of Dave Thomas

How many of you have had a patty melt at the Waffle House? Don't be shy-- you know you've either ordered one, had a bite of someone else's, or at least wished you had gotten one when your waffle came out burnt and cold. Now how many of you have regretted that patty melt an hour later when you can feel that unholy congealed mess sliding through your intestines....? Well fear no more, Wendy's is here! Behold the "Bacon Mushroom Melt." This glorious sandwich is sitting on my desk right now. Gooey cheese, cute little mushrooms, and crispy bacon-- it's all here. I am currently running off of 3 hours of sleep and I'm probably not gonna get more than 4 tonight. Why do I have so much work? Where did it all come from? Why is Grey's Anatomy so addicting? I think I am getting delirious from a lack of sleep. This is after experiencing a weekend full of margarita parties and late night IHOP adventures. I'm tired. Horribly tired. And the trains in Columbia are driving me insane. They sound their horn everytime they go through a major street intersection, which would be ok if it was only once. But over the past few days, every train that goes by every 15 minutes has escalated to holding down the horn for an average length of 5 seconds and an average frequency of 5 horns blasts per train. And there are 4 major street intersections within a 5 mile radius. But somehow none of this really matters. I have the Bacon Mushroom Melt in front of me and in a few hours I am going to start drinking coffee again. Lots of coffee.