It's a Sunday and my brain is out of fuel

I'm at my favorite cafe yet again, waiting for my matcha to kick in, slowly digesting the overpriced breakfast sandwich I had for lunch. I subbed the pork sausage for turkey sausage, and after waiting 21 minutes to order I didn't feel like coming up with another breakfast plan when they said it would be $15.30. The sandwich slinger had great tattoos in bright red ink and this great curly mullethawk, and he had tied a bandana around one of his legs right above the knee. It was a good look.

I was feeling shitty about my Saturday, about not getting much done, and then I remembered that I actually got a lot done. I spent the morning on the phone catching up with my dad, then on the phone with one of my favorite people, and then on the phone with another dear friend, talking about things that mattered a lot. My dad helped me work through a problem that's been on my mind, and I did that for both of these two friends. Very much worth the time. 

I took myself to Georgetown for a phone repair after that, which was annoying but productive; replacing the back glass was only $29 under AppleCare+. I will never not have AppleCare+. 

While the blue-shirted employees had my lifeline in their clutches I walked to a nearby vintage pop-up and bought a mesh tank top covered in colorful beading and embroidery. I've been gaining weight, mostly due to the recent PCOS problems, which has unfortunately started to interfere with my self-image, but it's been so hot recently that I feel like a tank top is all I can wear some days. I bought it. 

On the way back to the Apple Store, I stopped in at LA Burdick, a chocolate shop that uses old-world sculpting techniques to produce their signature chocolate mice and chocolate penguins, which enclose a hazelnut suspended in ganache with milk or dark chocolate. They are so cute and yummy. And then I stopped by a luxury optician that sells handmade artisanal frames. It seemed like they didn't think I would be a serious customer at first, because I asked about VADA frames (I've lost mine tragically), but then I showed them my glasses. They realized that while I looked like a kid with no money, I was actually genuinely interested in what they had. They replaced the nosepads on my frames and tightened the hinges for free. (I also think they cleaned them subtly and didn't tell me, which was really nice.) 

I also went shopping for the ingredients of a salad I love and miss but can no longer buy — it was last summer's seasonal salad from Tatte, which consisted of: arugula, nectarine slices, blueberries or blackberries (can't remember; maybe both?), toasted pecans or almonds, roasted chicken, goat cheese. Maybe there was mint? It was so refreshing. 

Like I said, I'm sitting now in a cafe, and my coworker is here to work on something we're both supposed to finish before tomorrow, so I should get back to it, but my brain is so fried from yesterday. I have had very poor sleep for the past two nights because random things keep waking me up (a phone call, an odd amount of sunlight).