I got up late and decided a sandwich and Diet Dr. Pepper would make a fine breakfast. Little did I know that Diet Dr. Pepper would dominate the day/my soul.
I did some things (I’m assuming) for some hours. Oh yeah, I made my website.
Then Sean was like “Should we eat a snack?” and I was all “Always.”
Then I had some test kitchen time with an experiment that involves cookie dough. (THIS EXPERIMENT IS RUINING MY LIFE TBH.)
So I obviously ate some cookie dough.
And then I had to eat part of my failure.
Then I went to the gym?
Not gonna lie, it was weird.
When I got back I had some pickle juice (for recovery).
Also, I ate piles of this sprinkled into my hand throughout the day.
Then I showered and cooked dinner and while I was cooking I ate probably about an ounce of this cheese that was supposed to go in the pasta.
The pasta (which was mostly comprised of leftovers and random frozen veggies) came together really nicely.
I wanted something sweet and was like “Oh, I’ll just eat a piece of fruit.”
But then I was like “eff it I want these girl scout cookies.”
This was while watching True Detective, natch.
Holy damn, I just realized I didn’t drink at all yesterday.