a story about sandwiches, because I am boring

So, my Grand Plan for spending less money this week was enacted on Saturday, when I went to the grocery store and bought lots of nice sandwich-making items. (This Grand Plan was later fucked in the ass when I went out that night, but let's not talk about that.) I have a 4-hour lunchtime gap on Mondays, a 3-hour one on Tuesdays, an early lecture that I should probably stay on campus and work after on Wednesdays, and a 1-hour lunch break on Fridays, so that's a lot of meals that I am nowhere near my flat for and wound up spending money on last week. The brilliant plan, then, involved sandwiches. And tupperware. Obviously.

I made my sandwich last night before I went to bed, because I figured that if I was running late in the morning that "being arsed to make a sandwich" would lose out first.

Great plan. Really works in theory. However, this morning was one of those joyous mornings in 6 girls, 1 bathroom living where EVERYONE NEEDS TO TAKE A SHOWER RIGHT NOW, so my 7:30 shower turned into an 8:30 shower turned into omgmustgetreadynow. (The best part of this was around 8, when I was standing at my door posed like a be-toweled marathon runner, waiting to hear the bathroom door open so that I could get in next... only to hear it close again almost immediately because someone else had been staking it out from the kitchen. ARGH.)

The sandwich thing was a really great idea. However, it doesn't work very well when you realize midway through lecture that your sandwich is... still back at your flat, languishing in the fridge.

...Bus fare to come home and eat it was cheaper than getting lunch somewhere, true.... but still.

Now back to campus. Grrr.