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This entire week has been a sleep-a-thon. Why?
I'm going to eat a peach.
It's freezing cold.. I checked the air con display panel.. 24C. Feels like 10!
Alex came online.. he was at Fab tonight and wanted to know why I wasn't working there anymore. Mentioned that his events editor just quit *heartrate quickens* & that he'll talk to me tomorrow when the intoxication has worn off. It's a flicker of light, anyway. :)
I woke UP at 1:30am, so now, it's like my lunchtime.. and the city is very still and silent.
I had hotcakes with drippy syrup and whippy butter on my 1x1 verandah, my back against the glass, trying to see through the apartment block pillars, not allowing myself to shiver, one earphone plugged to the language tutorial I keep putting off. I can now say "I bought a little something".
I'm moving so little I could compare the way my body feels to ill bed-ridden people.
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Melody will be here, in six days. (!!!!)
How can I explain the absolute giddiness that I feel?!
It's one of those things.. where you, if you happen to be wearing jacket, pull on the top of the zipper complusively and blink fast and grin to yourself. That, is the very quiet, thoughtful version anyway. :)
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The 'Hashman' e-mailed me as per my request.. but I still don't know exactly what he'd got on offer? 'White sugar' - I mean, that could be anything, christ! Oh, and I could get a 'thumbsize' of Xinjiang goodness for RMB500, hm might just pass up on that one thanks.
I'm trying to decide whether I should go to McDonalds for breakfast. Why don't I ever have any food in the house? Why is supermarket shopping so goddamn difficult?
I checked the new jobs on asiaxpat. Only found one worth applying for, and I didn't even match the criteria (too short; too young).. it's like I job I was meant to do last week but didn't.. this time in Xintiandi, for BMW or something.