Do you have any idea how depressing it is to get off the last train of the night and have to run to the oly food source open at 12:50AM (a crappy bodega-supermarket), only to realize they're all out of everything instant, frozen or ready-made that you'd consider eating (plenty of day-old octopus salad, day-old salted fish stomachs and day-old liver stir-fry though) so you'll actually have to buy ingredients for something you know how to cook so you can make THAT after you finally walk home, secure in the knowledge you'll be getting up to repeat the whole damn routine in five hours?

Eh? Whaddaya mean it's only me?