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Dear Diary

the only thing pushing me forward today is the thought of late night ramyun.

I even put the package next to me on my desk. My beacon of gentle soft light, guiding me forward. Oh, how I will feast on it. It, and the solitary chicken sausage that I didn’t eat yesterday. Might add an egg. Should have got two packs of ramyun, now that I think of it.

And afterwards I will cook pasta napolitana to feast on the next day.

And tomorrow night it will be time for teriyaki noodles.

You should know by now that I have a thing for noodles. People doubt my ability to subsist on various types of noodles for days, weeks, months, possibly years – but they really shouldn’t. Who are they to deny the mighty noodle its versatility?

Oh I hope I have garlic.

In other news, I need to stop by the filling station on my way back home. “The”, because I really only go to a particular one these days. Nights, rather. It’s such a tiny errand, but for some reason it takes an unreasonable amount of convincing each time I have to do it. It’s not the money, it’s not the time. On some particular harsh winter nights it might be the cold, but it’s not like it’s an ordeal by any means. I was actually having a discussion with me just about now, trying to postpone it for one more day, but I have a quarter of a tank left, and I’ve got some driving in rush hour to do tomorrow.

Also, we city folk should stop calling these traffic jams rush hours – or even traffic jams, to be honest. Surely there’s a gradation of severity, but by no means is it a rush hour.

Here’s a random tip for you, by the way – fill up your tank at night, or whenever it cools down. Gas is sold by volume, and it also expands when heated. I doubt it’ll help you buy a house, but every bit counts. Also if you fill up at a self-service station – I don’t – don’t forget to raise that hose and let every little bit trickle down to your tank. Again, it won’t help you buy a house. But every bit counts.

Yes.

By now I’m just staring at my monitor with a blank expression.

Hmm. I wonder if the filling station sells ramyun. Oh I could have two packs then. Let’s not get our hopes up, though.

OK, I intend to leave the office on the dot, so I better start clearing out.

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