Entry #482

Time: 1: 42 pm
Location: The park across from Stop 'n Shop Grocery. Out of the hole.
Temperature: 23˚ Celsius
Humidity: 41% 


I will never become a plant. They have too much time to think. And I have not been blessed with the ability to turn sunlight into energy. 


Time: 1:44 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same


I am, however, quite gifted at turning sunlight into blisters. Ow.


Time: 1:45 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same


I'm hungry.


Time: 1:46 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same


What do I have to eat? I finished the canned peaches last night, and pickled asparagus is only good with fish. And, quite frankly, I would trust fish caught out of the old industrial lake more than the ones from the grocery store.


Time: 1:47 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same


Dead fish shouldn't move. Ever.


Time: 1:51 pm
Location: Walking across Calloway to the Vietnamese Restaurant
Temperature and Humidity: Same


As little as I trust the restaurants in this town (or really restaurants in general – who knows where they get their vegetables?), I trust the grocery store even less. Besides, I haven't eaten out in 20 years. It's time to live a little.


Time: 2:00 pm
Location: Vietnamese Restaurant, in a booth
Temperature: 22˚ Celsius
Humidity: 38% 


I forgot that I hate eating out. Everyone's so servile – it's like a regression to the Dark Ages. And nothing good came out of the Dark Ages. Except crop rotation. But they stole that, so it doesn't count.


Time: 2:01 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same


Oh, hell. Here comes the waiter. Now I'll have to order:


"Please, Mistress, how can I serve you?"


"Bring me Pho Tom, cur, or feel my wrath"


"Of course, Mistress. I live to serve"


And he will leave smiling, despite the fact that I have treated him little better than a slave. People are idiots.


Time: 2:03 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same


Blech. I feel...dirty. Which is strange – I wouldn't feel anything at all if this waiter was hit by a bus tomorrow. I'd probably say it was his own damn fault.


Time: 2:04 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same


That's the other thing I hate about eating out. People.


Time: 2:06 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same


There's a disgusting old man with an eyepatch wolfing down dumplings. His eyes keep darting around the room – just like a nervous bird picking picking at seeds while there's a hawk circling.


Time: 2:07 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same


Oh. No. Not like a bird. He's got chunks of dumpling oozing down into his beard.


Time: 2:13 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same


It's sickening. I'm actually losing my appetite.


Time: 2:16 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same


And the soup isn't helping. I don't know what's swimming in with the rice noodles, or even if it ever swam, but those rubbery bits certainly aren't shrimp. 


Time: 2:18 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same


I'm going home. Pickled asparagus may be less than ideal, but at least it won't give me some horrible septic disease.