Various ways of eating like a King.

1. asian company that flashed their cameras around once sat down + hainan chicken@ Boston chinatown.

2. bubble tea @ whirlwind trip to NYC, heartwarming hide out @ Soho bookshop.

3. hearty company + hearty (read carbs) italian food @ Harvard square. Dark hot chocolate for desert. Am cheating here, chocolate place pic is from christmas time.

4. self-cooked meal for the sick self. Alas, it's more fulfilling, healing and healthy than anything one can imagine.

At this point I realise, heart-warming moments happen all the time, when you let them happen and not guilt-treat yourself for feeling that way. Why talk about how much of thesis work you have to do, how meaningless a meeting was, what a waste of time it is to read when there is something else to talk about. Some people (I think I am like that too, but cases I've met this year is much much much much worse) are really like tape recorders, they sit down on the dining hall table, a 'play' button of their woeful life of work gets pressed, the tape keeps rolling as they eat and talk, and it finishes playing the moment they're done with their food. A cup of awful dining hall coffee (and more complaints about that, obviously), and they're off to the rooms for more miserable work that they take pride in.

When I feel that this horrible environment is trying to eat into me, I think about our times at PCC, the starnights, tramrides we spent talking about random things, sitting around, looking at Holing sleeping. And then there is always something to look forward to, food, tea to be drank, good company, laughter, people that I will see OUTSIDE of that damn library.