Went to see The Fog of War tonight with friends. Robert McNamara was a duplicitous tool, and don't let him tell you otherwise. I make no claims about my own duplicity.

On the way home I stopped by Eastern Accents, the Asian coffeeshop (and member of Ann Arbor's monkey mafia), to pick up a BBQ Pork bun for the bus ride home. I met Katie Beth's jiejie and talked to the cute girl from Chinese class. Utada Hikaru started playing over the speaker system as I walked out of the shop—I would have stayed but the bus was due in just a few minutes.

And finally, the person I marry must agree not to have a TV in the master bedroom.