Beverage: Glass of unsweetend soymilk.
Lunch: Banh mi xiu mai, grass jelly drink. Watermelon, jasmine tea.
Dinner: Grilled chicken chipotle ciabatta thing combo with medium fries and iced tea (no sugar) from Jack In The Box. Pathetically small chicken blob, odd chemically-derived "Thousand Island chipotle"-tasting sauce, blah bread. A waste of $7.23 and 47 grams of fat.
Starting to think maybe I *should* give Daimo another chance when I end up in these famished late night binds. Or more sensibly, I could just freakin' EAT EARLIER. I think I should just pin myself to more of a schedule and try to follow it whether my body is giving me the "feed me" messages or not. A rice plate at Thai Noodle or Macau Cafe (particularly since I started forgoing their iced milk teas, too much sugar and they make me buzzy) doesn't cost much more than this drive-thru crap and is not only far more enjoyable and satiating, but also likely better for me, too.
But I am bad with rituals and routine. Too easily distracted. Time to slice away at the excess of my life again, return to the track and FOCUS.