I realize how pathetic it is that I grew up in L.A. and I don't have any idea where to find a place that makes chilaquiles. I never even had chilaquiles until I moved to Chicago, and found this place within walking distance from my apartment that I would go to as often as feasible. In San Diego it was pretty much a Sunday morning routine (at least, on the Sundays I would actually wake up at a reasonable hour before all the breakfast places were mobbed.)

Barack Obama takes Iowa.

So I need to go to sleep now if I want to have any hope of waking up in time for work tomorrow. I mean, I really shouldn’t bitch or moan, considering that I had both Monday and Tuesday off. I’m basically pretty much done with the week, really, and I get the weekend off.

(Title courtesy of Ice Cube)