Last week I sent my friend an e-mail asking her when she’s going to be coming back to Shanghai, as she is currently in Sydney to supervise post-production on a commercial. She wrote back: “Tomorrow…but I really don’t want to go back to that shitty city.”
I’m not sure what specifically drove her to refer to Shanghai as “that shitty city.” She may be going through some personal drama here involving multiple lovers and corrupt and horny political figures, but I’m going to take it to mean that she’s not looking forward to the crap weather. This is the photo I just took outside on the balcony of my bedroom:
The sad thing is, this drizzly, gray picture that you’re seeing represents the nicest it’s looked all week. And according to my little weather widget, it’ll be like this at least through next Wednesday. It’s a good thing I’m a giant mass of sunshine or everyone around me would be seriously depressed by this shitty city.
