Hot and Spicy Chicken Noodles.

My facebook is depressing. There is no notifications involving me. There hasn't been for days. There hardly ever are. On the front page there is interactions between friends talking about hanging out. My friend is coming back from America and is contacting everyone about it. I have no notification. I get bored. Close the laptop and head out.

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I'm in a Noodle Bar. It has mediocre noodles, but it serves beer too. It seems less depressing than sitting in a pub alone. I'm eating hot and spicy chicken noodles. I check my phone a lot even though I am not expecting a text. I have a copy of The Road to Reality by Roger Penrose. I am not reading it, but then, it is also not a fashion statement. I doubt people would be impressed. I'm listening to Johnny Foreigner. A guy complains that I have my music too loud. I remove my headphones and say that if I can hear him, they aren't loud enough. He moves further down the bar. I finish my noodles and order another beer. A guy I went to college comes in and sits next to me. He makes small talk about what I'm doing now, what he's doing now. I make up a few lies. Tell him I've been writing some stuff for magazines here and there. I haven't written in months. He leaves. I leave soon after.

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I get into my house. My room mate is in the living room. He tells me he got a new record today. I say that's cool. He agrees. I to to my room. I go to sleep.