This morning, before I started hitting the books, I baked some applesauce quickbread to provide me with a couple days worth of quick breakfasts. With applesauce I made myself two days ago. Then as it was baking in the oven, I went out for a 20-minute run. Who am I?
Thick slices of whole wheat, oaty, apple-scented bread with butter and strawberry jam. Amazing. The best thing after it felt like my heart almost exploded on my short jog. I am so out of shape.
The rest of the day was spent having dinner with my dad, watching a disgusting horde of pigeons peck at dried bread, studying, drinking Thai iced tea, and studying some more.
My first final is this week. Civil procedure. Ugh.