I believe in taking small meals.

But I'm not sure if that means eating something every (other) hour.

At six, I had a (small) chicken ham sandwich.

At seven, I cooked the first proper meal for myself ever. Scrambled eggs with milk and boiled asparagus.

At eight, I had a bowl of cereal.

At eleven, I'm having a small cup of yoghurt.

I'm sure I'll be craving for those oranges at midnight. Provided I'm bothered to peel them cos I hate having the fibres between my teeth if I bite them from sliced ones.

And I'm most focused between eight to eleven. That's only because I deleted the Instagram app on my phone. Too little progress today, my dear.

On a good note, the printer is set up and I don't have to go allllll the way back to Random Road just to get my slides printed. Thankful for a fiance who places my needs before his so this can be possible.

Ran some errands at the nearby malls. It was pretty fruitful except for the fact there is only ONE store that sells flip flops for men in two malls. With the exception of that buy-and-throw-away store. Which I must absolutely mention - the salespeople weren't the kindest. I would expect salespeople to be able to tell me if a certain product runs a tad larger in size, or vice versa. I mean, I could go down a size for some flip flops, and he might just be able to, too. The elder looked at me with the most peculiar stare and wondered why I kept asking if a person wearing size 11 could wear a size 10. And for the many shoe stores we've ever visited - Aldo, Hush Puppies, Pedro, Clarks, etc., I'd never encountered one who asked if the size 11 was based on UK or US sizing. Boy!

So I spent 18 minutes on Instagram this morning.
Approximately 30 minutes on a nap.
Maybe some 10 minutes on Instagram again before I typed this.
And another 15 minutes or so on this entry.