Making It Through The Night

The sun has risen and I remain entrenched in my newfound Vegan status, though the trials were long and many last night.

On the drive home from work at 7 p.m., I was famished. My stomach was audibly grumbling and, after I picked her up from work, my girlfriend told me I was "cranky."

Being the supportive woman that she is, however, she took it in stride, perhaps because she can also be rather "cranky" when she's hungry. We settled in for the evening and I enjoyed a Vegan Boca Burger, which was actually pretty good. I attribute this however to the fact that I was more than ready to devour the hardwood dining room table after opening the apartment door. I complimented the burger with a side salad of spinach (for iron) with a dressing of olive oil and cracked pepper.

That satiated me for the remainder of the evening, though I did find myself routinely running my tongue over my canine teeth, perhaps in a subliminal effort to assure them that they are still loved.

After I went to bed the true test of grit began. My stomach, apparently not satisfied with the burger and salad combo meal (Value Menu item No. 2 at McVegan's), growled all night long. Couple that with the cat waking me up at 3:30 a.m. (again!) and it made a rough go of it last night.

I am far from bright-eyed this morning, however I am encouraged by the fact that Matt Sapsford has yet to post on the blog. Perhaps he has already succumbed to the urge for a Taquito while playing Guitar Hero.