No Fun Day

July 4, 2026

I spent almost all of my time inside the hotel. I completed my minimum daily routine and adjusted my trading bots. I was in a gloomy mood. In the evening, I went out for dinner. First, I went to a Japanese-style izakaya. I ordered edamame, but it was so overcooked that it was difficult to eat. I tried to order two pieces of tebanaka (chicken middle wing), which cost 900 KRW each, but the staff told me that I had to order at least 10 pieces. There are so many annoying rules like this in South Korea. I really hate them. Next, I visited a soup restaurant. I ordered chicken soup. It came with a lot of side dishes. It was not bad, but I was not enjoying myself. I missed life in the Netherlands and my lovely drinking friends. I felt full even though the total amount of food was not very large. I continued drinking in my hotel room. I had some makgeolli or something similar. I fell asleep as if I had fainted.

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The original text before the correction: No Fun Time I spent almost all time inside the hotel. I did my minimum daily routine and adjusted my trading bots. I did not feel well. In the evening, I went out to have dinner. First one, kind of a Japanese style izakaya. I ordered edamame but it was too boiled to eat. I tried to order two of tebanaka(Chicken middle leg) which is 900KRW but the staff toled me you should order 10 pieces at least. There are numerous such fucking reguration in South Korea. I really hate it. Next one, I visited soup shop. I ordered chicken soup. It came with a lot of vegetable dishes. It was not so bad, however, I was not feeling fun. I missed The Netherlands' life, my lovely driking friends. I was being full even though it was not so big portion in total. I continued driking at hotel room. I had Makgeolli or something. I fell asleep like fainted.