I miss breakfast. Immensely. I'm having impure thoughts about a large stack of pancakes, some sausage and/or bacon, and a big cup of good coffee. And perhaps some ... dare I say it? ... milk.
Thinking about it only makes it more torturous, but I can't stop.
In other news, literalism is quite "in" here in China. Steve Irwin, "The Crocodile Hunter," apparently really hunted crocodiles. Despite five news articles to the contrary and four weeks of classes where "wildlife," "conservationist," and "preservation" were important, oft-defined vocabulary terms, I am a liar and Steve Irwin preyed on innocent crocodiles, murdering them in cold blood.
That is all.