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.