11.09 am: Feta, sliced grape tomatoes, oregano and olive oil with bread, only because I clumsily knocked my Red Berries all over the floor, and now I am too irritated with myself to pour another bowl. I wish I could say that my spilling things is uncommon, but truthfully — I am a klutz.
3.10 – 3.59 pm: Lunch at the Clam Box in Ipswich with Keith and Melissa. Shared two large boxes of fried clam strips, a mini-meal of fried oysters, one large boxes of fries, small side of onion rings and a medium Diet Coke. Not the healthiest of lunches, but who can resist the first fried clam (strip) of the year? I also don’t feel so terribly about it, since I ate only until I felt full, as opposed to just plowing through a box and a half of clams. Not that I’ve ever done that before…
8.26 pm: Glass of orange juice and a grapefruit. What is this, breakfast?
9.01 pm: These are the times when I wish I had a personal chef, or at least a genie in a bottle. Who’s going to make me something to eat?
9.33 – 10.06 pm: Two hard-boiled eggs diced and mixed with equal amounts ketchup and mayonnaise, and spread on some bread. This is very Filipino — or, at least, it’s very much what my Filipina mother likes to eat. Though I should take a minute to mention that when I say “bread,” I mean pita bread.
11.31 pm: More orange juice, and two Tylenols.