Tonight I ate discarded pizza. Not out of the trash or anything, but I was offered a partially eaten slice that rested lukewarm on a plate, surrounded by the picked-off toppings. I put the toppings back on and gobbled it down.
Combine this with the fact that I just got a messenger bag and I'm really excited because now I can carry all my important things around with me all the time.
I think I'm becoming a hobo.