Breakfast this morning was pretty typical: Scrambled snow and fried rocks. It's not too bad once you get used to it. The trick is to eat the snow while it's still hot BUT before it has a chance to melt. Personally, I think what this desolate region needs is an IHOP.
Some legal questions have been raised as to whether or not I actually need a new birth certificate or if the old one still applies. I feel that since I'm still genetically me, the old one is still valid. My lawyer disagreed with me.... So I disemboweled him and let the vultures feed on his entrails. That seems to have settled the issue quite nicely.