Watching Avatar 3. I never expected that these three and a half hours would be just a bunch of little blue people and parents gossiping about raising children. It's not about the end of domestic entertainment; I think the world is truly doomed—just like this.

The little rich lady watches the first half before bed, I watch the second half after.
Waking up, I go to Wynn to eat ginger wine chicken, which is pretty good. Qingyuan chicken remains consistently good for ten years.
But Avatar is getting worse and worse, just like this world.