Two restaurant meals yesterday. First one, a gathering of 9 for an Italian meal. I don't know...that felt kind of disappointing, actually. The conversations were kind of...shallow? Yeah, empty of any real substance... Maybe I was expecting too much. The second meal, a private Japanese bbq dinner with Austin. Both of us are kind of awkward, but that was ok, we managed to have a good time. I don't know how he perceived the disturbing things that I talked to him about, but at least it opened up a brief conversation about faith, so that's a good step.

Even though I thought I've overcame jetlagging, I still suffer from it...hence a 5am post here.

Maybe it's because of the new uncomfortable environment, I find it really hard to desire to spend some serious time in God's words. I can pray, I can worship in songs, but when I couldn't find a table to put the huge Bible on, I couldn't read the word... Sigh...that's just the worst excuse ever...