8:30 p.m. — I investigate the ketchup fridge, and of course, it has basically broken down. This is truly the Year of Things Breaking Down. My laptop early this year (to be fair, it was almost a decade old), the fridge, my spirit. I spend the next hour and a half removing questionable food ingredients (fish maw?) from the fridge to our other one, and throwing out expired/rotten food. Most of the stuff in both fridges belongs to my mother. Why does a small household with no small children or pets require two fridges? I don't know, and if you dare to question a middle-aged Asian woman on why she hoards so much food stuff, you're a braver woman than I am. Me, I'm just the help that moves stuff around for her as she makes decisions on how to organize the fridge.