I could kill for a bowl of warm dal, plain except for ghee and salt. But cooking for one now at nearly half-past midnight will send my neighbours into shock.

This really IS Twitter all over again. Like I'm back in 2009, before the many, many mistakes I made.

Am I going to be the only one left here, screaming into the void? Much like my nightmare that I'm abandoned in space. Plenty of supplies, but just... alone. Gasp! OH WAIT!

Hi.