everything in
it's right place

overslept lunch. heh didn't even bother to go down to the cookhouse; after all there's really nobody there to usher around and the allure of better food than myojo tom yam noodles couldn't pull me out of my sofa. chucked the rest of the fags into the box as well; realised that if i was going to quit anytime soon i might as well start now. and it's not like i'm going to be digging in the trash anytime soon either - ciggies soaked in tom yam soup doesn't sound too appetizing.

the buildings outside don't look that great in the afternoon (the sunlight's too harsh). but they still frame the sky in a way that makes looking at the sky for half an hour not seem like such a silly idea.

back to sleep lol.