It’s official: today marks the two-year anniversary of our China adventure. How did we celebrate? John and I slept in (only to awake to the sounds of jackhammering, again, in the apartment above) and then made mediocre black bean burritos for lunch. Boy, do I miss Chipotle. I suppose it’s a good thing, they haven’t made it to Shanghai yet. As the Dairy Queen peeps will tell you, we have no self-control when it comes to our favorite foods.
From the indoors staring out, today appears beautiful. Clear skies, bright sun. But don’t be fooled: it’s frickin’ FUREEZING outside. It’s early in the afternoon and I have a load of errands to run. But they’ll probably get pushed to another day. I’ve been skipping out on the gym the last few days also. Not good. The Shanghai winter is just too paralyzing. Plus, I had a terrible rest last night. Watched a Chinese gangster movie starring my sweetheart, Andy Lau. He rocks. Of course, the acting was all in Cantonese, so it’s not like my assessment means anything… Anyway, after the movie, I couldn’t sleep. And no, it wasn’t because I was drooling over Mr. Lau’s hotness; my thoughts were much more morbid than that, unfortunately. I just kept thinking about how complicated gangster life must be. Desperation and hopelessness drive one to join the “family.” Then, the family starts making demands to test loyalty and sense of duty. Throw in mind games, strategies, and too much damn violence… I’m telling you: the world’s going to shit and no one has the solution.