Breakfast of Champions

I am so not domesticated and have no interest in cooking or shopping or the tedium of tasks involved with keeping oneself alive. This is a typical breakfast that I scrounge at work (on the days I don't do drive-thru at Tims or Second Cup, that is): a piece of cheese stolen from the office fridge (which sadly, later turned out to have been purchased - and forgotten - by me); a nut bar and some coffee in a mason jar. I'd love cream for my coffee but that would mean I'd have to buy some.