The state of my utilities...aka 'Pipe Problems'
-A few months ago I was taking a nap, as I often do. I was awakened by the sound of rushing water. I figured it was just the toilet running and fell back asleep to the soothing white noise. I was awakened 10 minutes later by a knocking on the door. On my way to the door, I walked by my bathroom and happened to notice a large pipe gushing water onto the floor at a rate of at least a few gallons a minute. It was a refreshing break in routine to say the least.
-I tend to put off doing my dishes. That's an understatement. So when I finally get around to it, I usually have to put in a good amount of time at the sink in my pink rubber gloves. One such evening, after having washed all 6 of the plates in my apartment, and various forks, knives, bowls, and chopsticks, I happened to notice that I was standing in a good inch of water. It turns out I can go for a solid 20 minutes before realizing that I am being surrounded by an ever expanding pool of water, which has several electrical appliance cords sitting in it...The situation was "remedied" when The Furies came with a mop in hand. However, Chinese mop technology is somewhat below par. Thus, the water was advanced from "puddle form" to "covering the entire kitchen floor" form.

I tend to "space out" every now and then...And when I realize where I am and what I am doing in this country, I'm always pleasantly suprised that my head doesn't explode from the shock.

Things that wake me up from well deserved naps:

• The loud speakers on campus blaring Celine Dion, Chinese Propaganda Overtures, and the Backstreet Boys.
• Cats. Cats who like to consummate their love. Again. And again. And again.
• Live artillery fire.
• The burning desire to...eat.

Apparently water is good for you. Too bad I don't like to drink it. Although, thanks to the toxicity of Chinese tap water, and my near-dehydration, I have forced my self to drink at least 2 cups of day. And thanks to Tang, it's bearable.

I am considering moving my computer to my bedroom, but then I would miss out on whatever exercise I get from walking between my bed and the sacred internet...Oh yes, I do burn a lot of calories strolling to the fridge.