Yesterday I went out to meet a friend I knew from the internet. Honestly, I can’t remember when I last met an internet friend in real life. Perhaps four years ago? When I was in the final years of my PhD? The friend I met yesterday came from New York, and they were still in their master’s. They were ten years younger than me. These days, I’m usually the oldest among friends.

I picked them up at their hotel and drove to a breakfast place I had been before. There was no line, much better than I expected. Last time when I ate there, I arrived as soon as the place opened, and a long line formed in front of the place in less than thirty minutes. I was glad there was no line yesterday. Since I had some breakfast before heading out, I didn’t order too much, just a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of London fog milk tea. They ordered an omelette stuffed with vegetables, some hash, and two pieces of wheat toast. The size of the dish was huge, but they finished all of them.

We went to Elliot Bay afterwards. The restaurant besides it had many people waiting outside, as usual. Maybe I should give it a try next time. Elliot Bay was as awesome as always. There were a few books I wanted to buy, but later decided to wait, since there were still many books waiting for me to finish. Also, if I want to buy more books, I’ll need to get a new bookshelf first, and I’m not sure that’s what I want… Reading on an e-book device is more convenient and more environmental friendly, I can consider buying paper books when I really want to.

My friend bought two books.

Whole foods called when I was still in the bookstore. The produce manager called to tell me that they would offer me a part-time position to work at the store. I should receive an email later, and I should follow the instructions in the email. I thanked him and was feeling pretty excited. Yet later in the day I began to doubt if working at Whole foods, even as a part-time team member, was truly a good thing for me to do (even just for passing time and earning some small money). I haven’t received their email yet, so I still have time to change my mind.

I joked with another friend last night, saying that perhaps I should just write something. The thing is that I don’t *like* writing as much as I used to. I seldom experience the urge to lay down some thoughts now, and I’m less interested in learning more about myself than I used to. I don’t know what to write. Maybe instead of writing about my own life, I could write about other things, living or non-living.