Solo breakfast.
Foggy morning.
Counter seat.
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(The book is Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? recommended by and borrowed from Kate. I started it a little over twenty-four hours ago, I’m almost finished, and now I really want to hang out with Mindy Kaling.)
Woke up early.
Read in bed.
Did an hour of yoga.
Made breakfast.
Quiet dance partied (because the roommate was still sleeping).
Saturday morning success.
good morning Chicago 02-18-2012 (by sister reba)
Since quitting the snooze button, every morning one of two things happens. 1) The alarm goes off and I get out of bed and start my day, or 2) the alarm goes off, I resist hitting snooze, turn on NPR and listen to it while dozing until it’s absolutely necessary to get out of bed, then scramble around like a mad woman trying to get out the door on time.
I prefer option one, because that means I get to go to the gym before work and then reward myself by making a pancake breakfast, like it did this morning. Well, let’s be honest, I mostly like it because of the pancakes.
good morning Chicago 12-08-11 (by sister reba)
excellent weekend, pt. 2
-Started reading Mapplethorpe.
-Sunday breakfast = toast + eggs + banana coffee smoothie.
-Trip to Brew & Grow, then beer bottling
- Big Chicks free bbq.
- Sidetracks show tunes.
Sunday Breakfast Club.
Do you live in Chicago? Do you like breakfast/brunch? Are you interested in diner breakfasts, fancy brunches, build your own bloody mary bars, breakfast potlucks? If so, let me know. (I’m serious, email me about it.) Chicago’s about to get all winter on my ass and I need to good reason to drag myself out of bed on Sunday mornings (or afternoons, depending on Saturday night activities).
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