IT'S 8 A.M. SOMEWHERE

I know that one of the most stereotypical, self-indulgent blog posts imaginable is about what the blogger ate for supper. However, since I know that my mom is one of the ten people who read this thing with any consistency, (and since she is one of the few people on the planet who actually care what I eat) I'm going to write that post.

Today I decided to take a break from my rice and hawker center junk food diet and make some of my own food. However, since I decided I needed something quick to fix, I decided to do something that would not have wanted to do even five or ten years ago: eat breakfast for supper.

Tonight I fixed hash browns, fried eggs, and bacon for supper. They were almost as good as the stuff I used to make back in Rollins Dining Hall.

I don't know why, but I used to have an aversion to doing that. Breakfast for supper wasn't familiar, and it didn't seem right. However, since last Saturday I ate rice and vegetable curry for breakfast, almost anything else seems more familiar.