Right before Christmas, I ran out of all of my stores of Korean instant noodles. So, after I got back from out east, I had to start eating the rest of the food in my apartment. I finished all of the Irish Stew I had, as well as the ravioli, and even ate into my stock of Kraft dinner. Yesterday, I decided that it was time to go buy another three cartons of noodles, since I could no longer go on without it.
I usually go out to the east side of town to go to a superstore out there that sells them in cartons, but as I left the study centre to go shopping, one of my classmates told me that there was a closer superstore that stocked them, in the northwest. Just take the Sarcee exit from Crowchild. No problem.
So, I headed out into the night, to a place I'd never been to before. I drove on, and on, and on... no sign of Sarcee. The lights of Calgary disappeared behind me, and I carried on. I knew full well that I had missed it, but I kept on going. Leonard sang:
And no one knows where the night is going
I knew that it wasn't leading to noodles. I headed northwest into pure darkness.
As a result, for dinner tonight, I started with a raisin scone, followed up with an old bag of barbeque potato chips, and had two peanut butter cups for dessert.