I had the traditional british breakfast for brunch. Eggs, fried tomato, cheese, along with dal soup. The dal soup went down so much better with tomato and cheese in it. Talked a bunch to a new friend.
Did two rounds of laundry, folded all the clothes, cleaned up my room and apartment considerably. Still a couple of hours of work remaining, but it's a lot better.
In the evening I was so hungry I figured I'd be able to skip dinner and sleep. But alas that was not to be. I couldn't sleep despite trying to go to bed at 8.30, so at 11.30 I took out a frozen burrito I didn't know I had, stuffed it with whole loads of extra cheese, made a sauce out of mustard and hurseradish sauces, and ate that for dinner or midnight snacks. It was pretty decent. Filled me up enough to put me to bed. What more can one ask for, really?
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