The problem with Sunday's is that they're much too close to Monday for my liking, not that I harbour any animosity towards first day of the so called week, it's just that I'd rather not have it happen to me weekly.
Ah, hum, Sunday!!
That day when you begin tying the lose ends of the week, groceries, vegetables and other such assortments to help you limp through rest of the days, such as they are.
For someone who near stumbled into their house at the almost wee hours of morning I feel congenially refreshed, not least because the pitchers of crafted beers were kind to the system but because I did a bit of fried food indulgence, and sometimes a resounding crispy crunch of a lightly battered onion ring or juicy chicken strip is all it takes to make life better.
Today shall be spent in much moderations and virtuous meals not restraining on the tastes however.
Come Sunday and the demand for 'poha' turns into a resounding din and I've no option but to prepare said breakfast food, no matter my disdain for it. It's not that I hate it, is just that it does nothing for me. It sort of leaves one hanging between meals because it's not enough to make a meal proper and quite filling to not eat a a meal proper for a while; my silver lining of course is the morning tea which I partake on weekends before the meal, because I know the schedule I shall be following come tomorrow and for the rest of the long week, but wait, it's a very long weekend next and I shudder already.
Ah, sigh.
Right..water, hydration, fruits and a bit of tea my sweets.
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