Fuck my stupid Baka life.
Buy soup for the first time in months. Lie awake tossing and turning, craving The Soup. give up on sleeping without making the Soup. Can’t use phone as flash light because phone nearly dead and charging. Instead decide to use iPad for light. Bad decision. Can’t find flashlight button on iPad, but craving for soup is growing greater. Desperation drive decisions over rational mind. The Soup demands that I hurry. Turn up screen brightness all the way and settle for barely visible light. Stumble through house, trying to keep quiet. Roommates supposedly asleep. Reach kitchen, open Soup can with feverish abandon and smidge of near religious fervor. Soup in pot, pot cooking. Test Soup nearly every thirty seconds in anticipation. Soup ready! Pour half Soup in bowl, half Soup in Tupperware because though delight in Soup is large, stomach is small. Decide not to eat Soup in kitchen. Too dangerous. Sleeping roommate very close with door open, not want to wake by slurping and tears of ecstasy. Hm. iPad need two hands to hold without screen/light falling asleep. Soup need to be held too. Two hands not enough. Perhaps? Set Soup on top of iPad, screen up. Scary, but problem solved! Turn to leave. Bowl slip! Soup cascade down side of wall, opened dishwasher, dishes inside dishwasher, floor, small dogs body, self! Pain and fear! Memory blur of panic as set iPad (Soupy now) down and scrub desperately at Everything. Small dog slurping with abandon same as me expected to do. Scrub endlessly. Small dog devours half of Soup during cleaning. Small dog look debauched. Envy. Clean Soup as best can. Roommate awake! Apologize and prostrate in humility. Roommate forgive. Abandon bowl (now empty of Soup). Take Tupperware meant for tomorrow. Does not make to tomorrow. Trudge back to room with small Soup. Slurp pathetically in room. Observe Soup remnants on legs, feet, pajamas. Sad. Finish small Soup. Not as good as imagine. Leave container on desk in mess. Collapse in bed. Write sad story. Dream of Soup.
