In Transit.

So yet again I have put off running and have opted to making sushi rolls with sliced hebrew national hotdogs inside of them. Tasty is really the only term deemed worthy of the bane of my labor. Warms my little half asian heart up! Just like some chicken noodle soup.
You know you think you know someone, after 1-6 years, but today I just found out my canine friend doesn't like cornnuts! To my previous hypothesis on the matter, I guessed I took it for granted that he would associate it with the likeness to his own food. Or maybe it was just because they were Ranch Style and not because of the texture. In any case, I'm sure he thoroughly enjoyed the remnants of the frankfurt rolls I tossed his way.
Chris and Adam arrived to kick it and hash about the philosophies of the universe again. The plot for cowboys, the church as a perfect business, and famous asians from Mr. Miyagi to Tila Tequila were the subjects of the night. After debating much in the same direction we proceeded to the countdown for the Rashad Evans vs. Thiago Silva fight this weekend. Man, those documentaries on the fighters and their training for the upcoming fight can really get you hyped up for a UFC match! Can't wait!
I really thought the day was going to be overshadowed by an angry snowfall, but the truth of the matter is, that it couldn't even hang after it hit the ground. The grass in my neighborhood was slightly covered with a frosted slush, and the rest is just a cold wet. I even imagined that work might let me out early like school used to when we were kids and I would have time to be lazy while the sun was still up. A man can still dream. Even if they are for ridiculously short termed rewards.