i) Figured out a problem at work that has been giving me serious grief. I am so smart. i am so smart. SMRT. i mean SmaRRRRRt.
ii) Unpretentious art.
iii) Late for work. AAAhhhhhhh!
iv) (later in the day) When I was a kid, we lived near the beach. Our area was called Lighthouse Point as it had an inlet where fishing boats would go in and out, and a lighthouse on the end of the inlet as a guide at night. There was an old abandoned pier (overhead) which didn’t have the deck anymore, it was just the wooden structural beams, that jutted out over a bunch of coral. You could walk along these beams out to the ocean and do some good fishing, or just sit and enjoy the view. You could also go down to the coral below and find all sorts of interesting creatures that either lived in the rocks or had gotten washed up. One time I was walking with my dad on this pier, who had gone ahead of me. I decided instead of walking I was going to jump from beam to beam (as I did gymnastics I was pretty confident in my balancing abilities). On one of the jumps I sort of missed and ended up falling, catching myself at the last minute as I dangled over the ocean and the coral below. I pulled myself up and ran to my dad. “Dad, dad, I almost just killed myself!” I told him, expecting shock and horror from him. Without missing a beat, he told me “Almost isn’t good enough son” and kept walking along. He was right, I hadn’t actually killed myself and so it wasn’t something worth getting upset over.
