Even though I feel sleepy and exhausted from the long day, I'm still restless and hungry. I quickly heat up one of those instant noodle bowls and carry it downstairs, where between blowing rings of smoke and dousing my mouth with a cold drink I attempt to eat it. Boxes full of Christmas decorations still litter the basement, and the room is disorganized from when we pushed everything to the side to let the chimney cleaners through.
I relax by playing one of my favorite games on the 4:3 CRT TV we have downstairs, stopping every once in a while to scoop up a forkful of fiery noodles. I wonder if it's true what they say about eating spicy food right before bedtime? Guess I'll find out.
