Hutou And Fried Pork

So I've pretty much given up on trying to go out to eat on days when the only bentos they have are ones with beef or pork. I just bring ramen too, give away the offending material, and eat what's left of both. It's a fairly good system, atleast so far. Although I'm still fairly hungry, with nothing in the apartment of substance. I have old apples, old bananas, yogurt milk, a tiny bit of peanut butter, and some twice-microwaved tentacles from a creature I'm unsure of.

Work in the clean room is great. Not only do I do actual work, and not just busy work, but I talk about music all day, and am given candy at random intervals. I'm not sure if they give me candy out of pity, or some sort of reward, but it helps me stay awake.

I really do miss walmart, as much as I can't stand the store at times. I tried to find stationary and envelopes today, which I found out requires a trip to the stationary store, several buses away. Come on, I just want something to put paper in so I can mail it. I'm amazed at how difficult it is to get a simple envelope.

Oh, and it's freezing outside. I'm sure not as cold as it is in Texas...stupid Texas...but still, really, really cold. I've started running at night; not for exercise or anything of the sort, because honestly, I don't care too much about my health. My lack of concern for my health results in me being healthy. But no, I run at night just to look around the neighborhood. I pick a direction, and run that way until I get tired. Then my poor planning skills kick in, and I have to force myself to make it back after exhausting myself on the way there. Riverboat Gamblers and In Flames make a perfect playlist for running in the rain among old people. As does giant headphones that not only inflict my taste of music on others, but keep my ears warm.

Big plans for the night; more tentacles, running, and hopefully BSG will be finished after I shower.