>The other day I was sleepily trudging down the hall of a friend’s apartment complex when the scent of frying bacon lifted my spirits. I was amazed that someone actually had the time to cook a real breakfast on a weekday morning. They must be unemployed. I’ve never had time for a hot meal before work. I would have to get up at 5:00 a.m. or some ungodly hour. I prefer to sleep and eat dry Cheerios at my desk.