Of late-night meeting and McSuck

I began my day at 07:45 with 3 hours of sleep. Surprisingly I wasn't tired at all. In fact, I've noticed that peculiarly I am much more awake after seemingly insufficient amount of sleep than I am after over 6 hours of sleep. I don't really know how to explain in as in the past I always required at least 8 hours to even get out of the bed. Strange indeed.

Anyway, yesterday was a big meeting day and I knew it'd take late, maybe to 8pm or so. I had lunch normally at around mid-day, and a sandwich again at 4pm. The first meeting started at 4:30 and without a pause we started the second one at 6:15. This meeting then continued all the way until past 9pm. Making my day a bit over 12 hours long.

To make things a bit worse, the AC in this building is shut down around 7pm, so this means the last two hours or so we were without cool air, and the temperature inside the meeting room started to increase to a nice level of uncomfortableness.

However, I managed to get through it in good humor: I wasn't tired and albeit hungry and slightly sweaty (not really sweaty; more like damped by the heat). At the end of the meeting I made a quick exit and found myself at McDonald's.

It's been a long time since I last went to McDonald's for anything but a salad. I have been trying to change my living-style a bit to a healthier way and first thing I decided to correct was my diet and therefore I've all but quit on fast-food and other food that is deemed unhealthy like snacks (with the exception of beer; which I, too, will try to consume less in the future). I've been on this health-craze of mine for well over a month now.

So anyway, I go to McDonald's and for the first time in a long while, having a Big Mac and (freedom) fries. Actually, I found the concept of fast-food after a long day of meetings very fitting, and albeit unhealthy and against my normal thinking these days, I actually enjoyed it!

Hah, yes... I know, this is very interesting to you all. A grown man talking about health and shit.

On other news, it seems Markus is moving out on an advanced schedule and it's very likely he'll be gone during the coming weekend already. As much as I have loved his childlike humor, ever-so happy face, practical jokes and misplaced open-tuna-can experiments, advice in life and afterlife, taste in music that sometimes reminds me to vacuum the apartment, debates on human soul and moral-fiber, and games of badminton or table tennis, I am able to let him go without much grief in my heart. HA! I'm happy to see him gone!

Of course my happiness derives from two sources: one totally selfish, the other not so much. Primarily I am overjoyed by the fact that I will have my place for myself again! No rules but my own, no clashes of habits. I will run my home as I like it and no one can stop me!! Mwahahahahahahahahahhahahahah!!! (except maybe Chi, but she doesn't live with me (at least yet))
Second reason, of course, is my deeply and profoundly genuine, sincere happiness for Markus who finally gets a place of his own too. I suppose that for the time he's been here in HK he never *really* felt like home, so it's good he can finally find that independence we Finns so much value.

That's about it for now. More to come later, perhaps.

Robin: "Holy tartars!"
Batman: "Unholy tartars, Robin. Stealing scimitars and golden eggs from a museum is one thing. But when the average citizen on the street is in peril, something must be done, and quickly."