I admit, I'm on a diet. But when I bite into that single morsel of Chick-Fil-A's nugget, I travel into a surreal moment of eating. so crunchy, so tender, so delightful, yet so fried, so full of cholesterol, and so bad for a person who is on a diet.

Gluttony is not good. I learned that word in the past weekend. I mean I always knew it was one of the 7 deadly sins, but I never knew the meaning of it. I never knew that food can get the best of you when you don't even know it. So there's this restaurant called Fogo de Chao. Honestly? It's the best restaurant of meat there is. Don't go to Texas Land and Cattle or Outback or Steak and Ale or Claim Jumper or any other steak house. Go to Fogo de Chao to experience the most astounding meat extraganza for probably the best price. There's wonderful side dishes, excellent service, elegant atmosphere, and, best of all, all the meat you can possibly want and have. It's like a meat buffet. Sad part is, that gluttony comes right in and takes over. It feels good when eating until it starts to hurt as you get full. And just when you think you're finish, you want to get your money's worth, so you dig right in again. I think almost every time I went, I can actually feel food above my neck bone. Gluttony is such an ironic detail that often gets left out. =)

Anyway, my brother's sick. He's not going to die or anything, but he has a deadly cold. Excuse me, not deadly but very, um, serious cold and he's coughing all over the place. My brother's immune system is not very good at producing enough antibodies and he's very prone to getting sick. Well, I'm feeling something for him. I can't put my finger on the word. Pity? no, too condescending. Sad? no, too extreme. Sympathetic? hmm...possibly. I understand the sickness and how one can feel so horrible. That feeling where it hurts when you swallow. Or that runny nose that just won't stop running. Or that heat all over your body, yet you're told to put on some more blankets because you're "sick".

I wish he'd get better. You know how you're sick and you just don't like doing anything? You feel like crap and all you want to do is lay on the bed and try not to move? Yeah, he's going through that, which is kind of aberration from his daily routine. He's usually such a fun kid. He'd come in my room and start singing to the cd, while I'd do my homework and persistently ask me questions about nothing. Or jump on my bed pretending to dance to Michael Jackson, while I'm laughing at him not with him =) I miss those moments.