The last time I had a real lunch was on Tuesday. The last time I had a real dinner was last week. A "real" meal means a full one, things like spinach soup or corn soup not counted. I can't remember when I last ate rice. These past few days, I've only been having breakfast -- bread with nutella or cake that my mum baked and a glass of milk -- in the morning and a plate full of fruits at night. But today, I had to eat all three full meals. Gosh. Can't eat even fake lunch and dinner tomorrow.