Leftovers #134

The existential dread after two days of drinking arrived at approximately 2am. It was accompanied by ten minutes of panicked, heaving, breathy tears, five minutes of washing them away in the shower, and a moment of shame and embarrassment the morning after. So I fried an egg and spread thick, creamy ricotta over my favourite Cloudy White and tried to forget how silly I’d been and how good life is when the toast goes that shade of caramel and the butter doesn’t quite melt. Prepping myself for a hectic 2025, all in the best way. Wondering how I can manage my time better and stop saying yes to the pub on a Monday night when it feels so good to be two pints of Guinness deep and laughing with your friends. To be confirmed.

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Mainly eggs, beans and rice

I think I nailed the perfect weekend? Out on Friday night for two too many negronis at Below Stone Nest and then a late reservation at Rita’s with three friends (a Rita’s gilda is one of my favourite bites). No plans on Saturday until lunch, when I dragged myself from the sofa to Chinatown and met my parents for a much needed feast of dimsum at Lotus Garden, our new favourite spot. My order as follows (it never changes):