Considering that today was pretty messed up from the beginning, given that I needed to visit the ER (not for me; everything was fine, thank the Lord), I didn't sleep until well past 11AM and stood up almost 24 hours. Expecting another day of never-ending hunger, it came and it was weird!
So when I get back to my place at around 6:30A, I eat a Clif Bar because I had a breakfast with my Dad planned. Three hours later, we eat a whopper of a breakfast (Mangu, or a Dominican dish with mashed plantains, salami, fried eggs, onions and avocado, with a side of OJ) and I fall asleep about an hour and a half later.
Five hours after sleeping, I feel the pangs of ultra hunger, so we ate dinner as a family (another whopper; two servings of rice, beans and chicken. Note that I usually do not eat like this.).
Four hours after that, my friend and I head out to East for some sushi, but not a lot. And that leads me to now, 5 hours before I leave for my first day of work, eating a half bowl of unheated corn.
Sorry for the details; just thought I post the thought of the day on here.