A small-piece-of-nugget incident

Just now, I put the last piece of nugget in my mouth. For some reason I turned to look down while I was chewing, and a small piece of nugget -- complete with barbecue sauce -- fell out of my mouth and square on my sweatpants. What makes this is particularly wholesome failure is that the last piece of food is in the mouth. And you still manage to fail.

A Moderately Vicious Cycle

Without fail, every workday morning, among my first thoughts: "I'm going to bed first thing when I get back from work."

Without fail, every workday evening, remembering my supremely important first-in-the-morning desire: "Not right now. I'll go to bed at a reasonable time."

I blog at 1 am to document this occurence.

Aging

I was looking at a pretty glorious picture of the International Commerce Contre under construction in Hong Kong and a memory came to me.

In the run-up to my moving to the States for good, being the skyscraper enthusiast that I am, I went around the city taking pictures of buildings. They didn't come out particularly glorious. My mother said it was because of the weather. I recall I didn't understand. It could be because the gloomy weather didn't affect me as a kid. It does now.