Our room in KL (not a budget dive) was scary dark and quiet. I had no idea what the time was, with the lights off.
Made it back without too much excitement, and I’m faced by the twin demons of piles of laundry and an Octopus gone negative. Ah, down and out in Hong Kong.
Becky is psychotically happy about starting her study abroad experience. Hope that works out well. I’ll go to the new exchange students’ lunch tomorrow (when have I ever turned down a free yum cha session?) and try not to be too realistic around the newbies.
I just received word that one of the classes I added last week is due to get the insufficient enrollment axe. I guess I’ll have to try again during add/drop, which starts Wednesday.
If the weather clears up I might hit Zhuhai for a day this week. Who knows.
My toe is not feeling good at all after its first day back in closed-toe shoes, but it isn’t turning purple or anything. I guess I’ll grudgingly make an appointment to get it checked out in the next couple days.
This trip was very good in a sort of OCD way—thanks to the power of suggestion (where I placed my arrival cards), I managed to get immigration officials to fill in the gaps of my passport instead of forging ahead into the new pages. It was good in a lot of other ways, too… Malaysia was great, and though I hate to admit it I even had fun in Singapore.
I’ll get pictures up some day. Sleep is, as always, the priority.
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