Sunday Brunch

Good morning,

I am laying in my super-duper comfy dorm bed (no sarcasm whatsoever... really) typing with my face flat on the bed. Still in my PJs, three-quarters awake. Just imagine that will you.

What does it look like? Pure Sunday morning laziness. Aka bliss.

But you know what would make this bliss even more blissful? If I had a nice in-bed brunch. Oh the luxurious things I think of...

Unfortunately, I have no kitchen, no personal chef, and/or no intention of walking (taking the stairs is ten times quicker than waiting for/taking the elevator) down to the dining hall, so I just looked up some types of brunch-like food to tempt myself.

Let the drooling begin...