maslow’s first need

I know that this is something I could be yelled at for, but I’m still having some difficulty finding food on weekends. The school cafeteria closes and I haven’t yet found enough kitchen utensils to be able to cook for myself (I need a bucket to put dirty dishes in…and then I suppose I would walk to my bathroom sink to drain it? I don’t much like this system…but it’s more than just a kitchen sink I’m missing). In a bit I’ll go adventure forth to see if there’s a cheap restaurant in this neighborhood, but as this seems to be a newly developing area (the road stops one block east), I haven’t yet found anything in between fancy sit-down Chinese establishment and roadside cart-vendor. Maybe that tea shop serves some food like Cup O’ Joy did in South Central LA…hopefully?

Still, I’ll wait until it becomes a good dinner time. Half an hour should be good. But I’m hungry now, though.

I racked my brain for what food I could possibly have here in this apartment. Oh, those plums in the fridge. I plucked one out.

Hard as a rock, as if the fridge is circulating liquid nitrogen through its contents. I tried sticking it in the microwave – I was able to do that with an apple last week and it worked okay. Hit defrost.

Boom.

Blast. Guess I’ll wait another half hour.