Strap on that Jammy Pac

Today started as a most awful day. I had to go to Plano (land of the cinnamon girl) to work inside of a mall. Dammit, there are some days that your shitty retail job just slaps you in the face. Like when you enter into the monolith shopping mall to "She Drives Me Crazy" by the Fine Young Cannibals. Nothing says complete-lack-of-original-thought like that song. That being done, I had to fight with a vacuum cleaner for a good chunk of the morning. Now this vacuum cleaner is not your average thing with wheels that scares your pets. This one you wear strapped to your back in some ergonomic velcro thing, and you look like a Ghostbuster. Me, I dragged it along the floor, where it started to vibrate and bounce while I was trying to use it. It takes some skill to clean up dustbunnies while your vacuum is jumping two feet off the ground.

On the way home, I was saved by a Jin Ju Nai Cha place! Even though I almost got in two car accidents getting there, it was worth it to chew out my frustration on some tapioca nugs. And it kinda made me think.....on this grey gloomy day, something I learned to love in Taiwan cheered me up. Never would have guessed that while I was living there! I truly think there is some kind of magnetism to Asia, and if you feel it, you'll always be pulled in that direction. Even now, trying to find my place in the metroplex, I still dream of the next time I can find a legit reason to get my ass back to Taiwan, Japan, or anyplace I went while living in Asia. Someday that rubberband will -ho, snap! me back.