Brunch was similar to the dinner from the night before, had the trader joe's burrito with tons of cheese added and eggs on the side with mustard and horseradish shop.
Did a tonne, and I mean a TONNE of shopping on Prime Day. I now have a pretty small but still working hydroponic system automated, about 10lbs of mixed premium nuts (no trash peanuts) a snail-based moisturizing cream (92%) and other such similar cool things. One imagines.
TD and my sister called me from Rotterdam where they were hanging out with friends, very very drunk (during the weekday? I guess that's what goes in Europe, huh) and talked to them for half hour or so.
Went to Trader joe's to get the staples I haven't had in almost a month, I'm way more prepared now, plus so much bread and pre-cooked Indian food so even the worst meal now is going to be a goddamn decent one. Went to SPC indian market that's moved to Madison ave. It's small and alright, not particularly well organized, but at least it's some thing.
After coming back from TJ's did quite a bit of writing. Dinner was chickpea salad...the sadheko one with onion tomato bhujia and so much chilli pepper plus mustard oil. The spicy concoction hurt my tummy for the rest of the day and a large portion of the following one as well. I thought I was better than that. That resulted me in writing one of the poems published in this very blog yesterday.
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