TLDR What actions does the author do over these few paragraphs?

NY Mag article:
The first creatures to eat every day in my apartment are my cats, Holly and Olive, who paw me awake and demand to be fed. Well, Olive walks over my body and pokes my skull repeatedly in protest of my sleep. Holly is more independent, so she shoves books and my glasses and coasters off my nightstand. Anyway, it’s 6 a.m. I feed them and crawl back into bed. My weighted blanket knocks me out for another 45 minutes.

When I finally do get up, the first thing I have is a scoop of Athletic Greens in water. I was in L.A. two weekends ago for the L.A. Times Festival of Books, and I stayed with my friends Nick and Julia, who had Athletic Greens in the mornings. After God knows how many Instagram ads wearing me down over the years, that’s what tipped me over the edge. It might be a bit psychosomatic, but starting my day with something visibly green feels like a gentle nudge in the right direction.

I also make a Nespresso coffee with a splash of cashew milk to have while I get ready. I drink what is technically called a “concerning amount” of coffee, which stems from an after-school job I had at Starbucks when I was a teenager. I was very good at the morning rush, but I also made approximately 10,000 Frappuccinos, and now the very idea of them makes me gag. The job did pay for a prom dress and makeup and gas money, so it served its purpose.

There are a lot of Mexican-run bodegas and little kitchens and food vendors in my corner of the Heights, including the tamal tent run by a woman near one of the neighborhood’s subway stops. I’m not precious about what counts as “authentic” Mexican food versus what doesn’t — I am very pro Baja Blast, and I will answer for my sins in the afterworld — but I do source all my Christmas and Thanksgiving tamales from her. There’s usually some intense game of telephone to pick things up on special days, and her lines are always five people deep. This morning, I get a tamal with salsa verde and chicken for breakfast.

Closer to the office, I grab a large iced coffee from Juice Press as well as a Greens and Earth. I would like to blame my love for green juice on … I don’t even know what. My Southern California upbringing? My mom’s neighborhood in L.A. just got an Erewhon, which blew my mind because Culver City was not a place to Be Seen when I was growing up, and now I gather that it’s tech trendy. The point of this sidebar is that my little brother heard me call Erewhon a grocery horse of the apocalypse when I was in town, looked me dead in the eye, and pointed out that I’m its target demographic. The most devastating burn of my life, but an admittedly fair assessment.
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TLDR What actions does the author do over these few paragraphs?

NY Mag article:
The first creatures to eat every day in my apartment are my cats, Holly and Olive, who paw me awake and demand to be fed. Well, Olive walks over my body and pokes my skull repeatedly in protest of my sleep. Holly is more independent, so she shoves books and my glasses and coasters off my nightstand. Anyway, it’s 6 a.m. I feed them and crawl back into bed. My weighted blanket knocks me out for another 45 minutes.

When I finally do get up, the first thing I have is a scoop of Athletic Greens in water. I was in L.A. two weekends ago for the L.A. Times Festival of Books, and I stayed with my friends Nick and Julia, who had Athletic Greens in the mornings. After God knows how many Instagram ads wearing me down over the years, that’s what tipped me over the edge. It might be a bit psychosomatic, but starting my day with something visibly green feels like a gentle nudge in the right direction.

I also make a Nespresso coffee with a splash of cashew milk to have while I get ready. I drink what is technically called a “concerning amount” of coffee, which stems from an after-school job I had at Starbucks when I was a teenager. I was very good at the morning rush, but I also made approximately 10,000 Frappuccinos, and now the very idea of them makes me gag. The job did pay for a prom dress and makeup and gas money, so it served its purpose.

There are a lot of Mexican-run bodegas and little kitchens and food vendors in my corner of the Heights, including the tamal tent run by a woman near one of the neighborhood’s subway stops. I’m not precious about what counts as “authentic” Mexican food versus what doesn’t — I am very pro Baja Blast, and I will answer for my sins in the afterworld — but I do source all my Christmas and Thanksgiving tamales from her. There’s usually some intense game of telephone to pick things up on special days, and her lines are always five people deep. This morning, I get a tamal with salsa verde and chicken for breakfast.

Closer to the office, I grab a large iced coffee from Juice Press as well as a Greens and Earth. I would like to blame my love for green juice on … I don’t even know what. My Southern California upbringing? My mom’s neighborhood in L.A. just got an Erewhon, which blew my mind because Culver City was not a place to Be Seen when I was growing up, and now I gather that it’s tech trendy. The point of this sidebar is that my little brother heard me call Erewhon a grocery horse of the apocalypse when I was in town, looked me dead in the eye, and pointed out that I’m its target demographic. The most devastating burn of my life, but an admittedly fair assessment.
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First, they feeds their cats at 6 a.m. Then, they go back to sleep for 45 minutes. They wake up and drink Athletic Greens and Nespresso coffee with cashew milk. On thier way to work, they get a tamal, a large iced coffee, and green juice. 
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TLDR What actions does the author do over these few paragraphs?

NY Mag article:
The first creatures to eat every day in my apartment are my cats, Holly and Olive, who paw me awake and demand to be fed. Well, Olive walks over my body and pokes my skull repeatedly in protest of my sleep. Holly is more independent, so she shoves books and my glasses and coasters off my nightstand. Anyway, it’s 6 a.m. I feed them and crawl back into bed. My weighted blanket knocks me out for another 45 minutes.

When I finally do get up, the first thing I have is a scoop of Athletic Greens in water. I was in L.A. two weekends ago for the L.A. Times Festival of Books, and I stayed with my friends Nick and Julia, who had Athletic Greens in the mornings. After God knows how many Instagram ads wearing me down over the years, that’s what tipped me over the edge. It might be a bit psychosomatic, but starting my day with something visibly green feels like a gentle nudge in the right direction.

I also make a Nespresso coffee with a splash of cashew milk to have while I get ready. I drink what is technically called a “concerning amount” of coffee, which stems from an after-school job I had at Starbucks when I was a teenager. I was very good at the morning rush, but I also made approximately 10,000 Frappuccinos, and now the very idea of them makes me gag. The job did pay for a prom dress and makeup and gas money, so it served its purpose.

There are a lot of Mexican-run bodegas and little kitchens and food vendors in my corner of the Heights, including the tamal tent run by a woman near one of the neighborhood’s subway stops. I’m not precious about what counts as “authentic” Mexican food versus what doesn’t — I am very pro Baja Blast, and I will answer for my sins in the afterworld — but I do source all my Christmas and Thanksgiving tamales from her. There’s usually some intense game of telephone to pick things up on special days, and her lines are always five people deep. This morning, I get a tamal with salsa verde and chicken for breakfast.

Closer to the office, I grab a large iced coffee from Juice Press as well as a Greens and Earth. I would like to blame my love for green juice on … I don’t even know what. My Southern California upbringing? My mom’s neighborhood in L.A. just got an Erewhon, which blew my mind because Culver City was not a place to Be Seen when I was growing up, and now I gather that it’s tech trendy. The point of this sidebar is that my little brother heard me call Erewhon a grocery horse of the apocalypse when I was in town, looked me dead in the eye, and pointed out that I’m its target demographic. The most devastating burn of my life, but an admittedly fair assessment.</s>
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First, they feeds their cats at 6 a.m. Then, they go back to sleep for 45 minutes. They wake up and drink Athletic Greens and Nespresso coffee with cashew milk. On thier way to work, they get a tamal, a large iced coffee, and green juice. </s>
