Spam Musubi

The Hawaiian deli down the street has musubi, and I found out yesterday that it comes in chicken katsu form. I want this. I want to hold it, to be near it, to know it is near me. I want to take it into my body and keep it deep within my core. To feel its sickly glow from within myself as my body struggles to process the crispy caloric mess I have bestowed upon it. I want to bask in my sleepy stomach ache as 2PM rolls ever closer. 

Lunch draws near. I tingle with anticipation. 

What foods will the weekend bring?