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Miserable enough at 1am this morning to walk up to Curtain Square and talk to the possums again. Two of them came up to me, nearly a meter away, and didn't hiss (they do when being territorial). I wonder if they're getting used to me, or I just happened to find a friendly pair. Walking back past all the Rathdowne street shops reminded me how much I missed eating what I feel like. It's not that I don't enjoy the stuff I do have - I make a lot of delicious nouvelle cuisine - but I miss the freedom of simply eating what I want to. Ratatouille is tasty, but less so when you feel like corn chips and chocolate.