If I can do better then I'll be better

The school's year end party was this weekend. While it was cheerful to run into old friends from old branches, there was a bit of a bittersweet feeling about it all, what with our former captain having jumped ship and several others getting ready to follow suit. It was a tearful table, but then tb took us and his gf and her father out to ximen for drinks, and then tb and I walked back across the city to my house, where rmj showed up with a skateboard. One of the party is a HKer and talked to me at length about the nuances of the situation there. They're thinking about moving, but "Hong Kong is my home," he said, with a mournfulness that I don't often hear. Our bus bumbled on, and I thought about my own home. My jug of jailhouse mead is on its third day, and I put another jug of vegetables on for pickling. Botulism didn't get me the first time, so here goes another one. It's pretty colorful; carrots, ginger, cucumbers, asparagus, and hot peppers. I should go to the gym in the morning, but I'll be working til midnight and I feel like I might need every bit of extra energy to get through the day. I haven't been so unmotivated in a long time.