Where Am I?

I am somewhere in Colwood, still in B.C., this I do know. Visiting Sarah's new house. Trying to syke myself up to continue my neurogenesis journal review readings. My brain is fried from reading about the brain, and I only read two and half pages earlier. Alas, it must be done. And I do want to do it because this is a sick course.
The thing about fast food I feel is that the only enjoyment is the ordering, because at the time it really does feel like this is exactly what you want and this exact moment. But the before (deciding to go there in the first place) and after (being weighed down by yourself and what you actually, really did eat) is rather unexciting and shameful even. Oh well.
It truly makes up for the healthiest of healthy meals that I had for lunch today. Homemade avocado spread (avocado, milk, olive oil, sugar all mixed together) on chipmunk bread with a massive salad (romaine lettuce, kale, cilantro, parsley, pistachios (my secret weapon), green peppers, shittake-I-know-I-spelt-this-wrong mushrooms, old cheddar cheese, mixed bean sprouts). I didn't finish a corner of the bread and the bottom quarter of the bowl, which is my next being the difference challenge. Finish everything, especially when I made the portion for myself. I underestimate my appetite pretty often. At the end of the day, I still am a small, small girl.