I went to the grocery store a short while ago. I hiked on down to the Harris Teeter express and got some supplies for the damn cats and also for my breakfast. I bought some bread and...syrup. Yum, yum. Tomorrow, for the first time in several years, I am going to make French toast, dadgummit. The anticipation is tremendous. Man has not had such an expectation since June 6th, 1944: D-Day. Tomorrow around nine it will be F-Day. French Toast Day.