Plat du "Every Damned Day".

For the past couple awhiles now, I've been living off these noodles. They've got lime leaves in them, and they taste very nice. They cost a startling thirty-six cents, too. I was walking around in the Hispanic Foods section, and even though they say "Product of Thailand - Diversity and Refinement" on the front, all the instructions are in Spanish. They're odd, and when given Healthy, Convenient, and Cheap you kind of have to check one box, as the good Witch puts it.

I've been following it with a glass of V8 to make up for the pretty-much-everything it lacks, and then following all that with one-hundred twenty-eight fluid ounces of water to hack down that sodium. By the by? That's three meals a day for one dollar and eight cents.

I've been having these frequent nightmares. The first one had something to do with a tailor's shop, and I don't remember much about it beyond someone being strangled. The second one was much more vivid and about a man being tortured in Yemen. He was thin and wearing only tan boxers and sandals, and couldn't speak English. These U.S. Soldiers were beating him against his bed, which he was trying to hide in. I don't recall what they were trying to get him do, but they eventually tried to mentally break him by showing him all these photos of dead and tortured people.
The first one was a video of a man fleeing naked, before promptly being lit aflame. They then showed him a picture of a man who's mouth was being held open by two gloved fingers to show that they'd drilled all of his teeth. The final one was a picture the inmate didn't understand, but as it was my dream, I knew what it was. It looked like a snail, but was actually a human head with the eyes pulled high out of the face like two red exclamation-points.
They stopped showing him these things, and one said "My friend has a shotgun. You will do whatever the fuck I say", but he didn't understand, he just knew he was being threatened.
It kind of panned out, and this woman was telling a crowd that these things tend to perpetuate themselves because Yemen is poor and the incidents go unreported. I woke up after she finished speaking, kind of terrified.

A friend said, "I think the guy's supposed to be you", and I said "It seems really stupid to picture myself as a victim of any sort". She had this perfectly deadpan reply of, "Your subconsciousness doesn't care."

I've been throwing a bit of a pity-party for myself, lately. I'm taking a bit of a break from Steam to enjoy myself. Everyone's been on this perpetual Terraria binge anyways. Usually, I get a little generous or something, trying to feel better. I can be this really awful White Knight figure sometimes, but it's usually a little self-serving, because I'm typically trying to build myself up off someone's gratitude.
Lately, people have been more than eager to accept help, or assistance, or gifts, but I'm not getting the gratitude I repair my social chips and cracks with.

It's a lot like performing very hard for an empty room.

As such, I think I'm going to take a bit to focus on me, and maybe a couple dear friends.

Give Sparrow a call.

Get the Judge a kinky gift.

Write Pyon a letter or something - I actually need to write a lot of letters to relatives, but I don't have stamps. I think the local Sam's has it, and I need the excercise regardless, so I'll probably hoof it and call it good as it's pretty far away.

I should write Steve, too. He's surprised me with a bottle of Vinegar that he didn't need to.

Gibby's actually leaving with some friends to catch up out-of-town, and I've been invited. Sounds like a nice opportunity to play Mini-Golf and eat something other than noodles, so I might bum it to Savannah or wherever they're headed.

We've listen the house in the Newspaper - the Realtor thing isn't working out, and trying to sell it alone wasn't getting too much done.

Got to pick up my transcripts to have a final application sent to Pace.

In closing, I've been on a bit of a Cake binge, lately.

You should give Frank Sinatra or Never There a listen - Humor me.

Also, sorry for the poor quality picture. Someone liberally used the Camera without charging it, and it promptly died after one photo.