In my stimulant-free misery I have also started to question whether anyone really wants to look at my dumb boring healthy stuff or my dumb boring stupid blog but you know what? I ATE THE KALE, AND NOW I WANT YOU TO LOOK AT IT. Look at the kale.
Okay, I'm sorry. Sorry I yelled. I ate a banana and now I feel better. Anyway, when lunchtime rolled around I wasn't remotely hungry, so maybe it is the best diet food ever. I think my stomach was saying, "If this is what we're doing for food now, forget it." Fortunately, Dan had taken the day off and sagely suggested that we go out to lunch on our way to Afternoon Adventure Times. I weakly agreed that Kerbey might bring me out of my Vitamin K-saturated funk.
I even managed to not cheat by ordering a Berkeley Salad with no dressing and some green tea. All salad components accounted for on that horrible list. Dan kept the universe in balance by ordering a beer and a burger.
For some reason, Anna wanted to sit on Daddy's side.
After lunch we headed to the UT campus for Afternoon Adventure Time, which consisted of Dan getting a new ID and then us going to check out the Blanton Museum. This plan involved quite a bit of walking, but there was only a 10% chance of rain, so we figured it was no problem.
Oh, except for the ridiculous downpour. Luckily, Anna found the rain amusing because she thinks it's just a giant sprinkler, so we trudged ahead, wet yet undeterred, and made it to the museum.
We ended up buying a membership, probably because they were giving away a blank journal if you join this month and those rank right alongside "shiny things" at the top of my irresistible useless stuff list. So there you go, Austin peeps: if you want to go to the Blanton, I can get in free with a guest for the next year. Also I have a blank journal that you can look at.
After a very long and rainy day, the black bean chili we had for dinner was exactly what I wanted. It was almost enough to make me forgive WHF for the travesty that was breakfast. Maybe I should just be having chili for breakfast.
Finally, a word on The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo: my wonderment at the Swedish language has now been overtaken at my slack-jawed awe and envy at the fact that someone makes coffee approximately five times per page.