Cooking class making crepes, Julie and Julia style. Possibly because the French night at a creperie this Friday. Went to the upper floors of our apartment again, was surprised to find a cafe at the top floor. Bitchy Korean workers, with whom I had a short burst of shouting argument. Going down the stairs, it's a parking area. See friends unloading grocery from the back of their car. Maybe I'm hungry? But not really, which is frustrating, that I am not hungry yet keep thinking about food and what I can eat and munch on. Then with one bite I am sickeningly full, except I still want to continue eating...