Confinement Day #1

To qualify - it's not really 'Confinement' if I have the freedom to walk down Renwick street and buy a loaf of bread or a carton of milk or a bag of instant noodles, the spicy type; or if I want I can go further, like today, I thought I should make use of the voucher that entitles me 5 weeklies for a bargain price of $3.95 and so walked the entire street down to Blockbuster some 20 minutes away. It felt like 20 minutes anyway, under the strong, not unbearable, just strong, late afternoon sun. So, no, it's not exactly 'Confinement' but I like to think of it as such. It is convenient to not have to deal with the pretense of having some kind of social life just to prove you are normal. I remember J saying - even the weirdest person would have one friend. But really, the truth is, I enjoy the self-imposed discipline of not having to do anything else but 'finish my paper'. Lunch with R.P. was good today. I enjoy talking to her. There is a fear that it's not going to last though. She is a virgo. But, I am optimistic. There can be exceptions. There had to be something, otherwise she wouldn't volunteer the information that next Thursday she would be on campus. Met the Prof to pick up the 'plan'. No biggie there. It was, as always, if he doesn't say, it probably means it's fine. I choose to think. He had on huge black sunnies and glasses as well. It was the first time I've seen something like that; I actually thought that was pretty cool. The bus trip there was always a pleasure till of course it gets crowded and the air conditioning stops working, and the summer heat starts to creep into the vehicle. What I enjoyed was the wait, that's when I get to look at people. An old man came up to me today. He asked, Are you Chinese? I nodded. He spoke in Mandarin and I replied the same. But he strained to understand me. Strange. Well, not really, we do sound different, my ear may be more attuned to diversity but his probably wasn't. Boy was I starving when I got home and it was not quite 6. It was egg noodles tonight. I was quite sick of instant noodles. I've decided I need to get my act together and quit being so lazy about feeding myself. Cleaning up is just so much easier and faster if all you do is throw in the lot and boil them. So my landlord says I've kept the place spotless. She seemed happy about that. She came just moments ago with a friend. They were talking about the design of the place. Maybe she's going to sell the place. Maybe she is thinking ahead - when I am leaving and someone can take over my place. She rubs her left foot against her other ankle. Yes it's probably time to mop the floor. That will be tomorrow. Tomorrow is Confinement Day #2.