Awake

An indication that I was never meant for this life is my body's total inability to deal with jet lag.  And it's not because of the wine.  I could be eating my vegetables, jockeying the elliptical, wiping my ass with organic sandpaper from Whole Foods and it wouldn't matter. I'd still be up at 4 in the morning staring at that annoying blue color the sky first turns when the birds wake up.  The list of people who deal with jet lag better than me include Stephen Hawking, my grandma, and the fat guy from LOST.

Contrary to what might be implied on this blog (and what my family believes), I actually do a fair amount of work and need to be smart during business hours. After three visits to Starbucks - in an absurd ritual of taking an escalator to a glass elevator to the sixth floor of a shopping mall and back down the same way - I was still drinking pure black coffee at the rate of $3.47 USD for a grande, which I imagine places HK as the most expensive Starbucks in the world.* In London, by contrast, I paid $1.70 USD for a cup, when using a gift card. (Loyal readers will have already correctly guessed that I didn't receive said gift card as an actual gift but rather bought it myself to capitalize on the arbitrage.)

The new Starbucks logo. Do I really need a bigger siren to remind me it's an addiction...

* Technically, the principality of Disney Village, France pips it at $3.51 USD. But with the Euro breaking below 1.3 today, it's getting awfully close.