A Day of Dense Fog

January 19, 2026

I was supposed to attend Sunday mass, but I felt dull and under the weather. Eventually, I got out of bed around 1 pm. I had no motivation, but I quickly did my daily routine. When I went out in the evening, it was densely foggy outside. I stopped by a supermarket and bought 2 kg of spaghetti as art material. I visited the bar Stiefel. It was tough because I was stuck between two loud customers. When I came back home, a housemate was cooking. I really do not like such timing conflicts because her cooking takes too long, so I boiled spaghetti in my room using an electric hot pot. I experimented with a new artwork using a bunch of spaghetti, but the result was far from my original image, so I have to reconsider the entire structure. I had spaghetti and scrambled eggs with tomatoes and mushrooms. They were not tasty. I want to have my own private kitchen. I fell asleep just after 9 pm.

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The original text before the correction: The Dense Fog　Day I supposed to attend Sunday mass but I felt dull, under the weather. Eventually, I got out of bed around 1 pm. I had no motivation but I was quickly did my daily routine. When I was out, in the evening, the outside was dence foggy. I stopped by a supermarket and I got 2kg of spaghetti as an art material. I viisted the bar Stiefel. It was tough because I was stuck between two loud customers. When I came back home, a sharemate was cooking. I really do not like such a collision becauae her cooking time too long so I boiled spaghetti with an electric hot pot at my room. I experiment new art work using bunch of spaghetti, the result was far from my complete image so I have to reconsider for entire structure. I had spaghetti and scramble egg with tomato and mushroom. Those are not tasty. I want to have my private kitchin! I fell asleep just after 9 pm.