Wednesday, June 27
Sitting in the office. Have forgotten key to lock up, and cannot locate specific rock which hides the spare. Ramen noodles soften in a futuristic, single-use container on the counter. I wrestle with an unfamiliar text editor and wonder half-heartedly whether the kid ever made it home from his coffee shop job in Lyons.
My space-age ramen seems to be done. I drain the water through the holes in the lid, and pry it off, only to discover that I have accidentally boiled the oil packet with the noodles. Neither seems any worse for the wear. I proceed to sprinkle the contents of the foil seasoning packet and extract my single-use plastic fork from the packaging.
Sometimes destroying the earth tastes good.