Of the Elusive Breakfast Syndrome

I really have a problem, or rather had one. It is an uninteresting topic for anyone but me, but I haven't managed to have breakfast on any weekend this ENTIRE semester i.e. in the past 4 months. I have never managed to wake up before the closing hours (9 am) of the hostel mess (often I directly wake up for evening snacks on weekends, let alone breakfast and lunch). I have even attempted, several times, to stay awake the entire night, till the golden moment when the clock struck 6:45 am, and each time some odd conspiracy of Nature conspired against me. Once I watched a movie till 6:35 am, and then pondered over how to pass the intermediate 10 minutes, and then continued pondering as I next regained conciousness at 10:30 am. Then once I managed to sleep off on the floor of my room, beside my door, while trying to open it to leave for the mess, again at 6:35 am.

Today, however, I grabbed Fate by the wrist and bent it to my will! I left my room at 6:30 am, as I was sure I wouldn't manage to survive any longer after watching Lord of the Rings III (for the 5th time), and also figured that I probably wouldn't sleep off in the corridor beside the mess, though I'm not sure I'd put that past my capabilities. Anyhow, here I was - unshaven, unkempt, with a haggardly-desperate look, sitting outside the stairs of the mess waiting for it to open. Then I tried walking around the area a bit, and I discovered I didn't like the cold air too much, and again returned to my patient look-out post. And then, the Gates of Destiny opened! And I had wonderful breakfast, and Tea! One of the greatest battles of will and destiny in my life had been fought, and I had emerged the victor - a fed victor at that. :-)

Shashank
PS: I haven't gone loopy. Food breaks the best of men, I'm just a mere, humble mortal.