My
chicken was very well received at work, by everyone’s tummies.
Today
I’ve decided to talk about the first meal of the day. I love breakfast. Like
everybody, I get really crabby if I haven’t eaten—more so if I’ve missed breakfast.
Mom taught me how to whip up an omelette when I was 10.
Sadly, I decided to
stay in the same cooking grade ever since. So after one of my signature omelettes—it mostly involves whatever I can get my hands on from the crisper—I geared
up for an interesting day at work. By the way, this is what regular breakfast looks
like:
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Happy fat cells and all
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We
invited a CEO to office today to discuss the magazine and work-life in general,
over pizza. It’s always nice to gain perspective and ideate aloud. I’m
exceptionally tired today but have great plans for the next three nights. I can’t
believe three weeks are going to be up so soon! Bah. So after a lot of washing,
organising and agonising, I’m ready for bed.
So
what I’m really trying to say is:
1) Have a happy time of day. Make the most of it.
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