Lunch: Kung Pao chicken, Henry's shredded pork (with egg and spinach), steamed rice, tea, ice water at Henry's Hunan in San Francisco. Supposedly they're known for their Kung Pao being tear-inducingly spicy, but I didn't find it all that painful. And believe me, I wanted searing, "bawl your eyes out and roll around on the floor begging for mercy" style pain. Ah well, I've tried it.

Snack: Cherry turnover from Gastronom on Geary, half of a bottle of fizzy mineral water (seltzer water?) from Georgia (the country, not the state) that Justin didn't want. (didn't realize it was carbonated)

Beverage: Raspberry Italian soda at Zephyr coffee shop on Balboa in San Francisco.

Dinner: Medium bowl of rice noodle soup with fish ball, shrimp, squid and bonlesschickensliceofpork at New Pagolac, hot tea. Could barely muster the energy to eat, I was so fried, but I managed to down all of the protien-source bits and nursed the broth, then drove home in a near stupor, stopping off at Krispy Kreme in Pinole for a medium decaf and, temptation struck, a single glazed sour cream cake donut.