At some point I’ll have to think of a better name for these lunchtime blog posts that isn’t so on-the-nose, but that day is not today. Today is merely the second consecutive day of my blogging during my lunch break. So in between slurps of hot coffee, I’ll jot down some of my thoughts for today.
Fingernails, in most instances, are pretty freaking awesome. Their convenience when it comes to picking one’s nose or scratching a persistent itch is unrivaled. On the basketball court, however, they are the bane of my existence. I’m referring of course to the fingernails on the hands of my opponents who frequently scrape and tear away my flesh in their desperate attempts to defend me. Every single time I play basketball here in China, and it doesn’t matter if I’m playing against students or other teachers, I come away with hands and arms spotted and streaked with the evidence of their defensive transgressions. I often feel a little terrified that should one of my opponents get mugged and killed later in the evening, I could become a suspect due solely to the fact that large amounts of my DNA would be found underneath the victim’s fingernails.
Lots O’ Drafts
At least 6 draft posts are resting comfortably in a cloud somewhere in WordPress.com. That’s 6 posts I began to write but for various reasons stopped before posting. I’d like to say they are in various stages of completion, however, they are all in the same stage: incomplete. I’ve never been one of those bloggers who could sit down at the computer and remain focussed long enough to crank out multiple blog posts on multiple unconnected subjects and not find some tenuous thread by which to combine and post them together as one homogenous screed. It’s extremely rare for me to finish a post and not publish it immediately. I couldn’t care less about views or likes, so the time of day matters extremely little to me when it comes to posting. With that said, I may try to finish one or two of those aforementioned drafts if I have a little free time later today. Or not. Who knows? Not me.