Not feeling too terribly chipper. No idea where this came from, but I haven’t been able to shake it, since about 3:00PM or so.
I tried looking over some old poems. I tried surfing around some. Can’t seem to get rid of it.
I don’t really feel like working on the blog tonight, so I’m calling it an early night. Maybe watching some episodes of The West Wing and vegetating in front of the television will help.
Felix's Chinese name is Wei Tien. For the longest time, he thought his name meant "very sky." But he later found out it roughly translated to "Preserver of Heaven."
Felix was in show choir in high school. He can still pull out the old "jazz hands" if need be, due in no small part to muscle memory.
Every once in a while, Felix has some interesting run-ins with other Asians. At times, they're armed with cameras; at other times, he has the slight feeling that they might be armed, period.
