FD Day 17: Untitled

Just got home. Weather's a little gloomy out there. But of course, it's only 7 in the morning, and you can't really tell how the weather will turn out later in the day. Not that it matters to me- I'll be in bed anyway. The homeless guy was up early as usual; he looked at me, and I nodded at him, with a half-smile. "Hey." I mouthed. "Hey," as if I knew him for years and I'm just greeting him as an old pal. It's one of those times when two of the contradicting feelings can occur simultaneously. The moment was awkward, yet it felt natural. Awkward, because we are complete strangers who are forced to see each other every day (heck I see him more often than I see my roommates!) because of our "residential location"--he who sleeps under the moonlight every night, on the sidewalk 45 degrees towards the left right across the street from my apartment; and me who resides behind four walls and under a roof, sheltered from the unpredictable outside world. Yet it is in a way natural, too, because ever since I started the night shift, it's been like this from day one, thus becoming a fixation in my life that I don't think much about it anymore.

Today, however, I thought about him. It takes me thirty-three and a half steps to walk from my car to my doorstep; and during that time span I wondered where he was born, who his parents were, if he even knew them, how did he get to where he's at right now, and when was the last time he took a shower. Everyone has a story, I wonder what his story is like: incredulously dramatic, or downright boring? But me being a kid with ADD, my thoughts on him didn't last for more than thirty-three steps. I did, however, tell myself that if I ever talked to him, I'll be sure to compliment him in his skinny jeans. Wished I could fit in one!

As soon as I stepped into my apartment, the strong stench of seafood smell and chili oil almost choked me. Roommate must have had some leftover food from that Yunnan restaurant again. I should make them get me some the next time they go there. It's so unfair they get to eat good food, while all I get is the smell of it the next morning, damnit. In fact, it's not just today- every day there'll be some food smell floating in the air, waiting patiently to attack my ultra-sensitive olfactory cells as soon as I get home. In a sense I blame it on the smell that stimulates my appetite every morning, which prompts me to scavenge my pantry for something to munch on; and usually the one thing that falls prey would be my jar of peanut butter, which explains why I'd have PB almost every single day. XD

Anyway, this was what I had the previous day:

- had my jalepeno burger from Carl's Jr at around midnight;

- snacking on wheat thins and had some green tea at work;

- got home from work - rummaged the pantry, had coffee, seaweed crackers and the last of my Cheetos (finally hehe! not going to buy Cheetos anymore!);

- woke up at 5pm - had coffee and a slice of bread with cheese;

- made some cream of mushroom soup for dinner--well, technically, it was out of a can and I only heated it up, and added some broccoli, corn and carrots in it.

What a day. Wait till you see what I had today in the wee hours of the morning! -__-  Be warned, of my atrocious diet tomorrow. Off for now, toodles!