For brunch I cooked white rice mixed with brown rice and had it with several achars, egg and the prepackaged tarkari from Trader Joe's. I keep having this realization so often that it's become a personal trope at this point but when I go back to eating white rice after a while, the feeling of relief and satisfaction is unreal. So so good, and I couldn't even taste the brown rice despite there being lots of it!
During the day I wrote a lot lot, and then went to Volunteer park and back, despite having an awful backache that started in the afternoon.
For dinner I had whatever I ate earlier in the day as my second meal, and cleaned my apartment.
In the evening I watched tv, and slept in the living room relatively early. Got up and went to sleep a bit after midnight.
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