Ah, the peril that is Trader Joe’s cold brew concentrate. I’m pretty sure it was responsible for the mild panic-attack-like feeling I had most of yesterday, and yet here I am drinking it once more.
Of course I didn’t photo it, but it looked like ice coffee in a Mason jar.
Lunch was mostly plants; a brown fried rice with rainbow carrots, an egg, and pea shoots.
I went to the running group of despair around 6 PM; it hurt.
Supper was some more plants.
Uh then I needed some meat, I guess?
Oh and even later I had a hot dog (UNCURED ALL-NATURAL ALL-BEEF) but we had not hot dog buns so I used half of a hamburger bun.
Then my legs kept waking me up with little cramps. FUN.