I wake up in the mornings thinking "Oh no, do I really have to EAT again today?"
There's just nothing going that you'd really look forward to. Eating becomes a chore, like filling up the car with petrol.
There is one place in town which serves one vaguely appetising dish - the old stand-by, chao tudou si, or fried shredded potatoes. Just like hash browns, right? Alas not. I have given up trying to persuade them to fry the shreds a little beyond raw-but-soggy. That's just how they like them here. "Fry more! Fry more!" I exhorted, in my sadly-not-quite-perfect Chinese.
Result: they fried more potatoes the same amount, rather than frying the same amount of potatoes more. If you follow my meaning.
So this is what I eat, every day:
The tea they serve, in that little metal mug, is really good, though.