cafe. The cool, damp breeze blowing over my cheek, sucking away my
warmth, aroused a strange mixture of hunger and anger in me. Since
writing yesterday, I'd only eaten two more chocolate bars and half a
pack of crackers; maybe today is the day for pan-asian buffet. It's
possible that, three nights out, the discomfort of this situating is
starting to get to me. I thought about how nice it would be to have
my sleeping bag, but then I though about how that woud double the
weight and volume I'm carrying. My legs were cold, my jacket took
care of the rest. Blood sugar 271.
I spent 14 hours straight at the 24hr internet cafe yesterday, I was
just dicking around some of the time, but I got motivated to rewrite
my resume to apply for math textbook editing, so I did that. I had
actually arranged to hang out with Max at his unfriendly hostel and
then shower and sleep at my friend's happy community house nearby, but
as the evening progressed I just didn't feel like dealing with the
social implications of either encounter. I also didn't feel like
interrupting my resume project, so I ended up cancelling both. One of
the things about bathing is that then I have to put back on the same
dirty clothes, which makes it feel pointless. I carry laundry soap
with me and can wash stuff pretty quick in the sink, but then I need a
place to dry it.
I concluded long ago the comfort, convenience, and efficiency are not
valid ends in themselves, though they can be empowering in reaching
other goals. Thus I may be deciding to stay here even though the
summer promises to be oppressively hot and humid. Thus I decided to
sleep out last night.
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