#51
writing an inordinate amount nowadays. too much life going on in my soul that I want to get down on the page. it's been seven and a half hours and absolutely nothing has happened between when I last wrote and now. I cooked porridge (rice porridge) and dumped frozen prawns in it, ate some of the stir-fried potatoes I made yesterday, stole a bite of my housemate's mapo tofu... and stole my other housemate's tea. had a long conversation with k about how much more I should be learning in trade class if the professor were better. did laundry. woke at ten today and nothing to say really.. just full and well-fed and brimming with life.