1:00 a.m.
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I was walking to John Foster Halls of residence in Leicester, from my weekly shopping at Asda. I was carrying my plastic bags home. I didn't need to cook for myself, I never really did, I'd get 2 x catered meals which were very filling as I weighed 42 kg.
Those British were often very large sized, and they'd eat just 2 x meals too. So, it was a lot more than I could eat. Worse, I would often not finish as I was too full. I often served less food than the rest.
On Saturdays, we'd have brunch, as the rest were having hangovers. They'd get second or third servings often, even on other days, I could only go for 1 x serving, maybe once, I did 2 servings.
I think, I only cooked for fun, for enjoyment.
Asda is done by Walmart, who sell guns in the US.
When I was walking, on the pavement, with my Asda bags once, I swear to G-d, I saw this newspaper lying flat on the ground, it was a naked lady.
I think it was The Sun, Page 3.
I couldn't believe it.
I mean, I had a pretty messed up, repressive childhood.
So, I couldn't believe it.
I just thought, hehehe, this is where I should be!
I walked on by.
