As I wrote in my other blog, I am feeling amazingly self-satisfied if I actually bring something home for lunch. Lately, meals have consisted of what ever I can pick up at convenience stores. In Japan, one can get a decentish salad, and some other kind of entree the quality (though not proportions) of a Denny's restaurant in the US. If I buy some kind of vegetable for lunch, I feel pretty damn good about that, too.
Lately, I notice a stockpiling of instant foods in my desk (sealed in packages of course to discourage bugs). At the moment, I have microwavable macaronni and cheese, a granola bar, two cups of instant soup, a heat pack of thai green curry, and.... let me check...
Good thing I checked. I had today's peanut butter sandwich in there. No telling how that could have ended up as I seem to forget about this stockpile. And since I brought a PB sandwich today, yes, I am feeling amazingly self-satisfied.
It's like I have this obsession with food, or of running out of it. This is kind of strange because I am lucky enough in my life never to have had to worry about it. I think it also has to do with wanting to get a bit of fresh air and a reason to step out. If I go pick something up in the store, I have a reason to get out. It could also have to do with this collecting thing I have going on. I'm not a collector of anything important, but I have an amazing collection of notebooks and pens.
One of the things I do to relax is go buy a pen or a notebook. Cheap retail therapy, I suppose.