.. nothing else to do but sit in the corner and get through a few .. suddenly i have an urge to sing, but there's no microphone attached at the hip .. boiling hot soup would be nice right now, I'd sit and watch it cool, and eventually eat it all .. can never get enough soup .. especially the good kind, with bitty chunks and wholesome particles, squishy and fresh, ensconced in a liquid rich in nourishment but not too salty, lest you have to actually drink at the same time .. ok, that's one bud .. now for the rest of the six pack .. ever wonder what the birds think about us? like, I saw this cat yesterday sitting on a balcony, and it made total eye contact with me, and without even needing to look around I realised it was dazed and hypnotised by the city, and the sound of the birds, and upon closer inspection I realised it was one of those lame gargoyle garden things, not a cat, I mean like who the fuck puts that on their balcony, damn .. I think birds must think we're mad .. ah well, enough of this, lets go find some ingredients, there's ramen to be churned ..