All right. Finally, I’m back to blogging. But I will make this quick because I feel I will get sick tomorrow.
Last Friday, our home Internet connection was down and it went back on Saturday evening. That was the longest time we didn’t have Internet at home in, perhaps, years? I don’t remember when exactly, but it has been a long time. As for my mobile data last Friday and Saturday, well… it worked and I can blog on mobile. But I don’t feel like doing that; I want to blog on my laptop as usual.
What else happened last Friday? Oh! I needed to go out and pay something for the family business, and then I had a late lunch at my favorite restaurant, Gringo.
Wait. This is the 1st time I mentioned Gringo here on The Diary, and it is my favorite restaurant. Why is that? Because I rarely eat there, even if it’s my favorite. My visits there are extraordinary – notably, I had my 32nd birthday dinner there with my favorite and a few of my closest friends. But since I have been mentally unwell recently, maybe I should go to Gringo more often? Like, once a month?
A weekly visit to my favorite cafe Satchmi, and a monthly visit to my favorite restaurant Gringo… that sounds like a great idea.
As for what I had for late lunch at Gringo, I had a Hungry Plate 2 – char-grilled chicken, chili con carne taco, and a bacon cream fusilli. And I had an iced tea as my drink. I feel like I’m in heaven after my lunch. Yes.
What else happened on Friday? Since our home didn’t have Internet but we still have cable, my cousins, Younger Brother and I channel-surfed, and we settled for HBO and watched Inside, a psychological thriller starring Willem Dafoe. And because the Internet connection sucked, I didn’t check the synopsis. I only checked the movie’s genre, but that’s it. And it made the whole movie viewing more enjoyable while we munching on nachos and gulping ice-cold Jack and Cokes.
And that’s it. I need to rest. I really feel like I will get sick.
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