Yesterday got away from me, kittens.
It started out pretty reasonably. I went to Datz Dough to get some typing done. They had a hybrid pastry out called a “cruffin” and I was like “just give it to me it’s practically in my contract.”
This is the inside of the cruffin.
It was pretty good. I ate about 2/3 of it, found it to be filling and continued to type.
I’m really sensitive to caffeine, and the cold brew was making me freak out a bit, so I needed something to smooth out the edges.
Cigar City’s Jai Alai talked me down.
After many words were typed and the beer was consumed and my hair began to smell like baked goods, I decided to head home. It took me AN HOUR to get back. By then I was a little hungry again so I had a ham and fromage fort sandwich.
Then I did some things, I guess? Like went to the chiro or some crap. I think I went on the internet or something as well. I dunno, I don’t keep a diary.
When Sean got back from his swimming class, he made me some eggs and rice with cheese and soprasetta (we were low on groceries). We like piles of random food at this house.
I also sprinkled some of this in my hand and ate it plain because I’m a weirdo, guys.
Oh and just because:
Then we went grocery shopping so we wouldn’t have to live like this anymore.
We came back, I took a bath and read this book for a while, then it was TRUE DETECTIVE TIME.
True Detective snacks included:
And then my stomach was like WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU GOOD LUCK SLEEPING BYYYYYYYYYYYE.