Best part of my day: eating homemade quesidillas. Worst part of my day: the pangs of guilt I felt when I ate too many homemade quesidillas... Whenever the opportunity to save food for tomorrow's lunch arises I instead get greedy and just want to eat everything straight away, always have and I probably always will.
The day surrounding dinner was fine too. Went for a brief walk across the foogy Bristol streets while catching up on all the episodes of The West Wing had I been working socialble hours last week... Just one more week of Brean ahead of us, then it starts getting cosy again - I already cannot wait.
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