Breakfast of Champions

No, but I would have killed for a bowl of Wheaties.

This morning for breakfast, I got to enjoy a dixie cup of ice cold radioactive scrambled eggs. And not even real eggs. Eggbeaters.

I asked the tech if radioactive eggs come from radioactive chickens. She wasn't amused. I thought it was funny. After eating my nuclear breakfast, I got to enjoy a nap in a very large, very loud machine. What a way to start the day!