I had to blow off my Chinese lesson today

And I felt really guilty about it. But an important visitor from DC came to the Consulate today, and we wanted to take her out to dinner. We went to a nice Manchu restaurant in town, and had some interesting Manchurian food. As usual, I ate too much.

When dinner was over, and we were going our separate ways, I looked at my watch, and saw that it was 45 minutes until the end of my Chinese class time. For a minute, I thought to myself: I can still run to school and get a little class time in.

Then the little devil guy who was sitting on my other shoulder hit me on the side of my head and told me that I was being an idiot.

So I went home and had some scotch.