So lately I haven't been writing too much if you haven't already noticed. I don't know why. Perhaps it's because I drink a lot less now and just do a bunch of uppers and play video games b/c it gives me the extra edge in counter strike. Or maybe I'm just not feelin it. It happens. I wonder when I'm going to break outta this funk. I suppose I could read, right now I'm in the middle of "Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand. It's pretty good. There are a lot of issues in the book -- both explicit and implicit -- and it's a lot to mull over if you feel like it. But if you don't feel like it, it's also a very interesting story about architects in New York in the twenties.

Who are the people that strive to be architects? George Castanza always wanted to be an architect. I have a friend who is in the business, I never questioned what possessed him to enter the field of Mike Brady.

In other news, my teaching job has been changed, I'm now teaching english. Thursday mornings. bah. It was quite weird, the dean was showing me around and he introducing me as Professor Kang. I felt sort of foolish because I don't have a PhD. But if I did, it would be all good. But I sort of feel like an imposter. Then again, I don't think it'll be very hard teaching these people. I wonder if they're going to find it strange that I will be the youngest one in the room.