It’s lunchtime. The first term is officially over now that we sat through a ceremony (where was the human sacrifice?) that ran an hour over.
Our holiday is four weeks long: said that way, it doesn’t seem that long. I won’t have enough time to relax.
Haven’t rustled anyone to come to out Wuxi apartment homecoming. Twenty years in Wuxi and that’s the best I can do? What’s wrong with me? Or what’s wrong with the rest of you? Fuck you all!
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