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Here’s something about me that a few of you knew, a few of you didn’t know, and the rest of you didn’t care about: when I’m stressed, I eat. A lot.

As such, my evening meal has consisted of:

Three pieces of Mexican-style pizza. This was actually the remnant of Justin’s dinner. He likes to make pizza, but dislikes either finishing the whole thing or storing leftovers. I didn’t want mice scaling our oven in search of salsa-flavored Nirvana, so I took care of that nasty little problem waiting to happen.

Tuna fish on wheat crackers. The meal I planned for myself. Not very creative, but generally healthy and pretty darn tasty if I do say so myself (and I do. Oh, I do).

Four caramel-flavored rice cakes. Well, corn cakes. Old Man Quaker seems to get his puffed rice and his puffed corn confused, but they taste similar enough I let it slide. The cool part about these things is they contain 0% of my daily allowance of fat. However, in the way of funny nutrition mathematics, I bet 0% * 4 > 0%. Regardless, I use rice/corn cakes as a munchy-type food to keep my mouth busy while I’m studying. Without something to munch on, I tend to gnaw at my own fingers. Come thesis time, I may well be typing with nubs or dictating to a friend.

Two bowls of homemade bean soup. Curse Sam and his domesticated ways. Sam occasionally likes to cook in bulk, and this evening was one of those occasions. What do we do with two gallons of beans, ham, celery, onions and carrots floating in savory brothstuffs? We ~eat~ it, sillies!

In my defense, I would like to say two things. First, that these items were consumed over the course of a six-hour study period, and were not the victims of one continuous gorging. Second… I swear, I was only planning on the tuna, crackers and faux rice cakes. The rest of those calories were practically forced down my throat by roommates. Forced!