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The Reason My New Scarf Is In A Chinese Landfill

"Okay guys, are we sorted out? I've got a few more things I've got to do this evening."

There's nods all-around. We just got our new office set up, and our first fulfillment staff just came in to sign the employment contract.

I pack up my computer and walk out from the glass-doored meeting room into the main room and head to the coat rack. I put on my winter coat, button it, and put on my ushanka Russian-style hat.

Then I remember - good, Tony's here.

Other People's Problems

2:54AM, Thursday night / Friday morning. The lobby of an upscale hotel. Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia.

The lights are dim and low, but the internet is still working. I'm not sure if it's the flu or whatever, but I picked up some amoxacillin and took 500 mg. If it's bacterial, that'll kill it dead. My friend and colleague recommended I take probiotics as well to counteract it, so I had yogurt earlier and will try to grab some Korean kimchee tomorrow.

Lil Wayne and Robbin Thick are playing in my little white headphones.

My hands up, my hands up They want me with my hands up Oh, shooter Oh, shooter

While walking earlier, the bright moon shining through murky clouds struck me as particularly magnificent and I had an idea for a poem about about John Brown and John Wilkes Booth. It turns into a long Wiki-walk about the American Civil War, and I'm this close to getting the poem finished but can't get the ending right.