It was getting cold on his balcony. The leaves were falling from the trees and his neighbors had stopped having barbeques down below him. But midfr0st endured and defied the cold; he enjoyed his cigarettes too much and didn’t want to smoke them indoors. That environment was bad enough for his computers as it was, he didn’t want to make it worse.

The last few months had been fiercely busy for midfr0st, he hadn’t had any time to relax or really think about his situation. His current projects were done and he was left with a feeling of boredom. He wanted to be productive but his brain couldn’t handle anything besides smoke and music.

Eleanor Rigby was playing in the background; midfr0st thought Pain’s version was much more powerful than the original. He watched a couple walking, hand in hand away from his apartment complex. It’s better to eat porridge together than to eat pork alone. He didn’t remember where the saying came from but it had stuck to his mind.

When his cigarette was all but gone he left the balcony. His apartment was quiet as the grave. All the computers were off and midfr0st realized he wasn’t used to the utter silence. I bet the neighbors’ dog starts off soon though, he thought. Walking by his array of computers he wondered where the itch to turn them on had gone, usually he had millions of things to check. Instead he walked over to check his cupboard for a bottle of wine. Empty? midfr0st didn’t remember taking the last bottle; realizing he didn’t have any wine made him want it even more.

Sure he had plenty of beer and whiskey but what he wanted was a little something called Syrah, someone needs to take care of the logistics here.

Cooking up a meal just didn’t appeal to him without a bottle of red. Briefly he thought of pizza but that would only take care of his hunger, which was a secondary problem.

His plan had been to live as a hermit to avoid being seen by the outside world. He didn’t want to draw any kind of attention to his person and had sworn to follow that plan. midfr0st hadn’t eaten out in well over two years; he had hardly met “real” people during that time. Screw the plan, he thought, or that part of the plan anyway. His cravings overcame his earlier planning.

But where should I go? He asked himself, being out of the grid for so long meant he had no idea where any decent restaurants were located. Google Local didn’t work since that service wasn’t activated in his region. After booting up a computer and doing some searching he found a local search engine for restaurants.

After making the reservation he chose a blue suit from his wardrobe and phoned a taxi. He thought about the pretty girl he had been eyeing and exchanging hi’s with, it would have been nice to buy her dinner and actually talk to someone for a change. I think her name is Jenny… But midfr0st didn’t want to stray that far from the plan.

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