I have a feeling that I'm going to be eating some leftover ramen for lunch tomorrow.

I was out grocery shopping the other day, and was doing my best to be a bit thrifty. I passed by the section at which the ramen noodle stylings are shelved, and decided to peruse the selection. In the past, I have had times at which I felt compelled to get the ramen packs that cost ten cents each. But this time, I felt as though I would try to live high off the hog and buy a couple of them that cost a buck twenty-five, packaged in a tray, including a separate pack of veggies and even some sauce. That's some classy shit. I prepared one of them for dinner tonight and enjoyed it immensely. However, I didn't feel much like finishing it. I broke out the Reynolds Wrap, covered the plastic container, and placed it into the refrigerator.

So at some point tomorrow, I might end up eating some of those leftover ramen noodles.

Reheated ramen for lunch. I've never done that before.

Will that be an absolute low point in my life, or a genuine triumph?

I just don't know for sure.