Believe it or not, this is the first time in nearly two weeks that I’ve been able to sit here at home for a good length of time to watch DVDs, pound one out, update the site, and other totally productive activity. Of course, I spent most of it sleeping, as my body was crying out for me to just lie there and be still for a minute. Thankfully, I listened, and hopefully my life will settle into a pattern of normalcy for at least the next week, when Mike will celebrate his birthday and Steve will come back for a three week visit, which will be the perfect storm of insane body destruction.
In the meantime, I have a chance to reflect on the past two weeks, which consisted of both empty and fulfilling Halloween and post-Halloween binging, a Friday-Friday romance, three ktv sessions, a hairy crab day, a bike ride to People’s Square that was not just me and a backpack, a wedding banquet, one stolen jacket, one lost cell phone, and plenty of Guandii. Even Clint, who had just endured a marathon 12 hour birthday session, was marveling at my stamina. Unfortunately, I was well on my way to zombiehood at that time, so I just tried to claw at his eyes and eat his brain.
Even the promise of sweet icy Taiwanese desserts could not deny my urges to avoid being awake
Shanghai, of course, moved on briskly without me, and while ignorance is bliss, sometimes it’s generally just ignorance. I hadn’t realized why people were asking me if I was OK with them ordering chicken, until I realized that bird flu had been steadily creeping towards the Shanghai borders these past few weeks. It’s OK though, since I was able to get a pack of Tammyflu from the fake market at Xiangyang. I also got to negotiate it down from 200 RMB a box to about 50, so I’m sure I’ll have the last laugh.
Oh shit, I’m looking at the box now; the real drug is called Tamiflu and there’s a huge waiting list for it in the States, isn’t there? F*** me.
Anyway, the weather has turned for the “slightly better,” and while poor Lucy got bit four times today at dinner, I’m not getting the same mosquito problems I was having just a few weeks ago. Maybe because I haven’t ventilated the house in three weeks, which is probably also the reason why it smells like old people in here. I tried to go out for a bike ride today because the weather was so nice, but I ended up getting my exercise from bending down to rinse my backside during the shower, and spent the rest of it trying to negotiate some more sleepy-sleep before work next week. I’ve got some good stories to tell, some of them consisting of actual murder and death, but right now I’ve got to crawl back into bed and remember that I’m a human being after all and not some sort of incoherent, brain-dead squawker of non sequiters and gibberish. Judging from my last post, I still have a bit of a ways to go.
