gourmet is spelled c-a-r-d-b-o-a-r-d.

I only have a butterfly chair and an iPod stereo in my living room. So every meal is served as shown below:


From the left: residual New York Times subscription from whoever lived here before me; stereo remote (aka, what keeps me sane); dinner on an IKEA box featuring the aforementioned Meijer-Coke-hybrid; tush in a comfy Crazy Creek chair.

What can I say? It's great sitting in the crotch...errr, lap...of luxury.