Someone had rented out our house for vacation and we had received a text that they had run out of food after eating grilled steak for a few days. “Wait, you mean they’re eating your food?” someone asked. “Not really” I said. I told them that he was touring Taiwan alone. My brother asked me if I knew that our guest was currently doing his national military service. He showed me a long blog post but I didn’t read it after deeming the rant too long to read.

I had pulled another all-nighter and was now writing a letter to an old friend. “Hopefully you don’t have to resort to straight-gay” my father said rather cryptically. My mother asked me to watch over the stove even though I told her it would be a bad idea due to my current levels of sleep deprivation. I had written down a few jokes in my notebook. Pepeles.