What am I doing right now, you ask? Well, I am presently slouching on the sofa, pricking up my ears whenever I hear noises, hoping with impatient expectancy that it is the man turning his key in the door. But nope. Each time I realize it's just the neighbour or the never-sleeping children living above us, doing their nightly acrobatic whatnots, the heart sinks, the tummy seems to unwittingly groan louder from hunger and the head inadvertently throbs, as if in an angry synchronized protest.
Yes, you guess it right. The man is supposed to bring dinner but very unfortunate for me, he is being held up at a company do. How timely.
And what does the clever me do to satiate the maddening hunger? I look at food pictures like this one:
As you can obviously see, I am very good and very fond of torturing myself, especially in dire times like this. Other than being ravenous, I am now terribly homesick. Great.
