A crumpet with oleo on the walk to the train. To clear my addled head, on the off chance that some blood sugar imbalance was to blame, a chicken salad sandwich (cranberry, not buffalo) from CampCo, and a diet Mountain Dew. At lunch, a foot-long buffalo chicken sandwich on flatbread from Subway, with tomato, lettuce, black olives, and a smear of light mayo. Split between us, a bag of original flavor SunChips, and a bag of baked Lays potato chips. Diet cola.
Not knowing if we were going to dinner, we stopped at BerryLine, where I had one spoonful of original flavor, active-culture frozen yogurt with sliced banana and too many rainbow sprinkles. Dinner was at Cambridge One; a half dozen crisp breadstick straws, too much spiced with red pepper flakes. Three of us shared two half-portions of two different charcoal-grilled pizza, one with tomato, fontina, romano, garlic, and basil, and the other, less pleasing, with artichoke hearts and feta and spinach and god knows what else. Diet cola with this, as well.
Nothing before bed.
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