10.08 am: Warm milk with honey.
12.21 – 12.29 pm: Split half an apple with Keith while watching the Battle at the Berrics semifinals. I spread mine with peanut butter, which I then get all over my fingers. I’m messy.
1.30 – 3.30 pm: This is technically supposed to be brunch at Craigie on Main with Keith, Kelly, Nancy and Jonah, but since it’s after noon I say it counts as lunch. I have something like three cups of coffee, all with cream and whatever sugar cubes Jonah doesn’t eat, as well as a yogurt-drenched fruit cup with some amazing figs, grass-fed and house-brined corned beef and tongue hash with a slow-poached egg and crispy onion rings and chocolate-smothered profiteroles with what is supposed to be mint-chocolate ice cream but really is just overwhelmingly minty.
6.35 pm: Coke Zero and half an order of large fries from McDonald’s while we drive to New York. Keith eats the other half while I lick the salt from my fingers. I know fries aren’t the healthiest choice in the world, but I love them so.
8.11 pm: A bite of Keith’s banana-walnut bread from Starbucks. I’m the one driving at this point, so I pretty much cram the bread into my mouth in a very unladylike fashion. My mother would be so ashamed.
10.06 – 10.46 pm: At my parents’ house, where I drink one of my dad’s Beck’s and share two and a half lamejun with the dog. He doesn’t mind that I’ve sprinkled my food liberally with fresh lemon juice.