feeling cold and restless and exhausted. it's a strange mixture because my most dominant malaise (restlessness) could be easily remedied by going to sleep. but because it's dominant, i tend to override the exhausted part with the restless part and ride out the wee hours feeling discontent. there are parties to go to, so i could quash that feeling, but i spent the evening running about (got home at 10) and it's cold like hell. so right now i'm experiencing emotions like a two year old. don't like what i have and don't want what i could have.
going home in less than two days. i know that my mom is going to hear my barking cough (still sick) and rant briefly about it. either my refusal to rest (just a vicious rumor, i rest plenty) or my life in a polluted city or some monologue regarding how i don't take care of myself will be uttered. i know it. for a mom who prides herself on her relatively laissez-faire, avant-garde approach to parenting, my mom does like to wax poetic about my fictional self-abuse.
shanghai - the expats anyway - seems to shut down around the holidays. i'm sure the locals are plugging away as normal (in fact i was on the subway today so i know they are) but the parties i've been-to-slash-heard-from are pretty dead. most have left for their home countries or are getting ready to, we're guessing.
one to add to the list of pros for not going out - last night's smoke-a-rama contest going on between this girl lena (whose going-away we crashed even though we were only introduced that night. i've seen her at other parties tho) and this guy next to me is thankfully absent. i thought for a while that lena was blowing her nasty-ass smoke on me last night, but after observing, she just smokes so much that it drifts everywhere, no matter where she blows it or where you're seated. i hate smoking more than ever here.
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