For breakfast, a half rack of ribs I had in the fridge. Lemon juice and bbq sauce, water.
For lunch, more bbq. My sweetie brought me a plate from somewhere. Wasn't all that great. Bbq beans, potato salad, chopped beef sandwich and some links. And a dessert. Like 4 desserts. Some kind of ambrosia with marshmallows (not a fan) an apple pie slice and some kinda cake with heavy cream and a strawberry on top. Also, two slices of watermelon and a bunch of strawberries from the farmer's market. I brought the strawberries home, threw the rest of the dessert and links in the trash. Felt like a big man doing it too, like I were spitting in the face of poverty. Finally, I had arrived, if only for that 10 second window. Ten seconds seems like a long time, it was really like 2.5 seconds.
For dinner, Whataburger. Spicy chicken sandwich, which is legit spicy to my surprise. Onion rings and a Dr. Pepper with no ice. With Whataburger's spicy ketchup, which is the best spicy anything if you were to ask me.
Did I snack?... No. What I did was far less interesting than what I ate.