Myung and Chase (and Che and Christine) go to Arby's.

Myung needed to drive to Elgin to collect the rent at his parents' ghetto mall, so Che, Christine, and I went with him. Myung had bought a GPS system from Woot.com because that's what Myung does, and programmed it w/ George W. Bush's voice. "Turn left, Democrat!" it kept saying. Strangely, when turning right, it just said, "Turn right." It did not lead us to Baghdad.

We went inside and walked around waiting for Myung to collect his blood money. With the economy in disrepair, there weren't many cowboy boots or bootleg CDs being sold. Che did some homework with the aid of Sprint's sketchy data network and now she knows what undulation means.

After leaving the mall, we stopped by at a gas station.

Che: The ampm looks so inviting.

Me: What's so inviting about it?

Christine: You know what yellow light does?

Che: It looks so warm.

Me: It's just as warm in here.

Christine: Yeah, yellow light makes me sleepy.

Me/Che: What?

Being hungry, we asked George for food options. "Hmm, should we get asian food? Or perhaps cuisine from the British Isles?" Naturally, we picked fast food. Neither girl had ever eaten at Arby's before, so we decided to go there. Myung and I were extolling the virtues of the Beef 'n Cheddar, but Christine couldn't wrap her mind around the concept of Curly Fries.

"But potatoes aren't curly."

Hard to argue with that.

Everyone enjoyed the food and we headed back home. After leaving Myung bound for small group, I took Che and Christine, and discussed Myung's love life, how Che loves biology, and the mutable gap between 14 and 30. Because in high school, the difference is 16, whereas in adulthood, the difference is messy.

I haven't been writing much about work. I think it's partly because I'm too tired to write, and partly because I don't want to spend what little free time I have thinking about work. Suffice it to say, it's still busy, still tiring, and it doesn't seem to stop.

My personal life? Instead of completely giving up on love, I'm trying to see it in a simpler light. I figure if I can find someone who likes me, and I like her, that'll be enough. But if I don't find that, life goes on. The thing is, I'm not looking for perfection. In fact, as I get older, I appreciate the imperfections more and more. Because in this life, people aren't perfect, and neither is love.

While at the mall, Myung showed us the remnants of his parents' furniture store. There were these mini-saunas sitting there, and we convinced Che to get in one.


She loved it.