Reflections

I'm 8,000+ miles from home and am invovled in exactly the same tasks as at home.I have even picked up my requistie cough somewhere in Ha Noi.
Fortune favors the bold.
Q: What is depressing about a lone room?
A: Nothing changes. Furniture is quite complacent to just sit there unmoving, not fraternizing witht the other articles of leisure. I'd rather not be an ottoman.
Q: What is interesting about that girl?
A: Other than appealing to my hot as hell radar? The prospect that she is a human who could, possibly, be interested in me.
If the correct concoction of chemicals and past experiences are present, if the stars align to shine a direct beacon, and I had not just masturbated...