Still waiting for the last glaze on my painting to dry. Sauntered to M.'s cafe and tried their deep-fried, breaded pork chop with soy sauce/kumquat/chili sauce and rice. It was all right, considering its low price. Had an iced tea too. Sat in the farthest corner, this time close to the window. A cozy location. The lighting is brightest there, and so I was able to write in my journal. Back home, had hot, noodle soup and afterward a soda, with Cerefina lying flat on the dining room floor like a rug made of deep, very deep, golden-brown pile.
Caught a very interesting episode on The X-Files.
A quiet Sunday night, though the cicadas in the dragon tree are holding a choral competition.
Caught a very interesting episode on The X-Files.
A quiet Sunday night, though the cicadas in the dragon tree are holding a choral competition.
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