Lunchlike: Slice of the carrot cake my housemate Rachel made last night.

Dinner: #43 at New Pagolac, grilled shrimp and barbecued pork over vermicelli, and a ca phe sua da. The nuoc mam was weak and watery for what must be the first time ever there, very suprising. Hopefully this was just a one time occurance. Everything was a bit blah this evening, actually... guess it was an off night all around. Pretty busy, so maybe they were distracted under pressure.

180 dB karaoke started up around I guess 9:30 PM. I whipped out the MiniDisc for one song, and even enduring that was probably too much for my already ailing ears.

Late-night whatever meal: A couple slices of water-logged smoked turkey, mushy Monterey Jack cheese and mustard. A handful of seedless green grapes. Small glass of milk. Weight Watcher's faux-SouthWest style chicken and stuff with rice entree, which I swear had no more than 6 tiny little chunks of chicken. The whole thing was pathetic. And I can't believe they called the sauce it was in "spicy" on the package. Had to douse it with some Pico Pica just ot make it taste like anything. As that was miniscule, at best, I also nuked a "roasted potato au gratin with broccoli" one, too. Similarly pathetic. Cardboard Velveeta nightmare. Dashed it with black pepper and a little salt, but it was of little use. Won't be buying any of those again.

Had a small slice of Rachel's carrot cake and a glass of water for dessert, thereby negating the supposedly "health conscious" microwave bullshit entirely.

I really miss Japanese convenience store food.