A week before MacWorld this year, I decided it would be a good time to buy more stock in Apple. You know, get in before Steve Jobs drops some surprises and everyone goes “zomg I want” and the stock goes soaring up and I become a very happy man. Of course, instead of that happening everyone decides to sell and scurry away and send the stock plummeting down from $170 to $130. Now I’m just thinking that as long as I hold onto my investment for another year I should be fine, and maybe I should buy some more shares at this bargain price, taking some cues from the U.S. Government by throwing more money at my problems.
I ate too much this weekend. First there was eating at a wedding reception which was the typical Chinese banquet 12-course meal, then afterwards there was more eating consisting of four slices of New York style Pizza, and the last eating was dinner of noodles and delicious cuts of pork. I lay in bed after the last meal for a half an hour waiting for my stomach to digest and stop feeling like it would burst open, which would have been bad cause then I would be hungry again and would have to eat everything that fell out of my stomach. There’s your pleasant image for the rest of the afternoon.
I don’t know how or why I ate so much. It was like the part of me that usually tells me I’m full and no longer hungry just didn’t kick in until it was too late. It probably went on a vacation like that part of me that was supposed to make me seven feet tall.
My favorite people on Yelp are the ones who review totally random places that don’t need reviewing, like a Washington Mutual. “The money they hand out here is totally legit. No counterfeits at all. The bills weren’t as crisp as I liked, but they felt nice when I rolled around in them on my bed, and I smelled fabulous afterwards. Only a four-star Wamu; I would give five if they dispensed gold bars through their ATM.”
Come to think of it, I would give a Washington Mutual a five-star rating if it dispensed gold bars through the ATM.