By the time I got up this afternoon, it was warm enough to want shorts but not hot enough to melt my eyeballs. A pleasant sort of day. (Don't look at me like that, I'm not just a lazy bum, I have sleep trouble too.)
The first order of the day was feeding my empty stomach and at first I intended to do that with french toast. I pulled down the hunk of french bread left, took a bread knife to it, and... it shattered.
Yes, the bread managed to get so stale it shattered.
In disgust I put it back and made a note to myself to grind it into bread crumbs for tonight's dinner. Oatmeal it was, then. To keep myself satisfied I ate an apple while I cooked.
Just like a couple of days ago I cut up a peach, combined oatmeal and milk, and mixed it all together with some sugar and honey. For some damn reason though, this time it wouldn't taste sweet. It took several more chunks of sugar and melting down the peach to do the trick.
Maybe that Oreo stack yesterday messed with my taste buds? I wouldn't doubt it. Those are too tasty to be as innocent as they look.
For a bit I sat around at home waiting for the pot and bowl to soak. I got wrapped up in designing floor plans, watched some videos on the internet, and then realized I was going to be late to meet my friends to write. Shit. Grabbing whatever was nearest, I threw some clothes on and ran out the door with the computer.
When you go to a cafe, it's only polite to buy something. Walking over got me too hot to bother with actual coffee so I found myself sitting with a raspberry Italian soda, no cream because my body is stupid AKA I'm mildly lactose intolerant.
For a while there was writing in peace and quiet in an air conditioned room. The last of us got there and of course that turned to us three chattering about anything and everything that came to mind. How could it not?
We all got hungry and for once, I managed to do the healthy thing. Instead of fries I got a salad on the side of my burger. (Fun fact: I found a recipe for hamburgers in Marguerite Patten OBE's The Victory Cookbook and it looks much the same as we know it.)
Yes, I got a bottle of black currant cider and it was amazing. It's been forever since I've had alcohol and I don't regret it.
Thankfully that burger, salad, and drink have me still full hours later. It's been quite a good day.
The first order of the day was feeding my empty stomach and at first I intended to do that with french toast. I pulled down the hunk of french bread left, took a bread knife to it, and... it shattered.
Yes, the bread managed to get so stale it shattered.
In disgust I put it back and made a note to myself to grind it into bread crumbs for tonight's dinner. Oatmeal it was, then. To keep myself satisfied I ate an apple while I cooked.
Just like a couple of days ago I cut up a peach, combined oatmeal and milk, and mixed it all together with some sugar and honey. For some damn reason though, this time it wouldn't taste sweet. It took several more chunks of sugar and melting down the peach to do the trick.
Maybe that Oreo stack yesterday messed with my taste buds? I wouldn't doubt it. Those are too tasty to be as innocent as they look.
For a bit I sat around at home waiting for the pot and bowl to soak. I got wrapped up in designing floor plans, watched some videos on the internet, and then realized I was going to be late to meet my friends to write. Shit. Grabbing whatever was nearest, I threw some clothes on and ran out the door with the computer.
When you go to a cafe, it's only polite to buy something. Walking over got me too hot to bother with actual coffee so I found myself sitting with a raspberry Italian soda, no cream because my body is stupid AKA I'm mildly lactose intolerant.
For a while there was writing in peace and quiet in an air conditioned room. The last of us got there and of course that turned to us three chattering about anything and everything that came to mind. How could it not?
We all got hungry and for once, I managed to do the healthy thing. Instead of fries I got a salad on the side of my burger. (Fun fact: I found a recipe for hamburgers in Marguerite Patten OBE's The Victory Cookbook and it looks much the same as we know it.)
Yes, I got a bottle of black currant cider and it was amazing. It's been forever since I've had alcohol and I don't regret it.
Thankfully that burger, salad, and drink have me still full hours later. It's been quite a good day.
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