Leftovers.

It's hard to appreciate the things that I have when I don't like what I have. For exmaple there is the thing called food. Food is good and when prepared properly, it can be one of the most amazing things to ever experience. However, this is not a perfect world so unfortunately there are those rare unfortunate times when a lack of love is created. This is exibited in the leftover noodles that I had for dinner today. They were soggy and gross. When they were first freshly made yesterday, they were alright but only alright because I had had them for the past two weeks. This morning I had packed them for lunch and had not finished the entire meal therefore I was forced to microwave it for a second time and torture my esophagus with it for dinner. It was revolting. But having being raised by people who have literally starved in their life before, the guilt that would have appeared was a worse endeavor. Still...nothing's worse than the feeling of food that's on the brink of going bad in your mouth. Eugh.