Saying good bye to my cat, my plants, and the Borg

I talked to my friend in Beijing, Jeremy, Sunday night after returning from San Francisco. He wanted to touch base and clear up any details. This was a very good call—clearing up the minorly major detail that my flight actually leaves on Tuesday night the 18th, instead of Wednesday night the 19th like I originally thought. This gave me a good 12 hour adrenaline rush. Luckily it all worked out.

Here are some of my farewells:

To mom and dad



My Cat





My Plants



The Borg Cube (ie my worm farm that turns vegetables into dirt):
Can you hear them?
“Resistance is futile! You will be assimilated!” You WILL become dirt.