sticky

My bedroom is so sunny that I am wearing sunglasses in bed.

I feel like a wuss for complaining about the humidity and heat. But ohhhh how I'd love to spend the entire day under my faucet.

This stale, hot air is nothing like Chengdu's, or so I've heard. But reminding myself of the heat that is to come doesn't make me feel any cooler. I am sticky from an hour of hitting bald golf balls, and sitting on my fuzzy blanket with this laptop burning my thighs only makes me more grumpy.

What to do?

Well, that's enough whining from me. It's time for some Rosetta Stone Mandarin lessons. Zaijian!