Another Austin-homecoming night ends with me at Ken’s donuts at some ridiculous hour. Granted, this time I’m actually home by 2 –which would be almost reasonable, were I not running off of 3 hours of sleep / traveling since 5am today. But honestly, I’ll almost always trade an hour of sleep, or work, or God-knows-what for an hour of hanging out at Ken’s with old buddies. Six of us out tonight; pretty sure Jakob woulda come also but he wasn’t, er, particularly conscious when we were leaving Andie’s place. Hm. I’m trying really hard to remember the last time I willingly turned down an offer to go to that particular donut shop, and am drawing blanks. Such a solid tradition. Been consistent for at least four years now. It’s cheap, out of the way enough that visiting requires at least some investment of time, and damn delicious. Making myself hungry…
Anywho, good news! I finally found somewhere to live this winter! And by that, I mean my brother’s ex-girlfriend found me housing because she’s awesome and has connections to Beijing. The rent is like 300 bucks lower than anywhere else, the place is fully furnished, I’ll have a roommate who is fluent in Chinese, and I’m 3 minutes from a subway. I’m also like a five minute walk from Tiananmen square and the forbidden city, so I’ll have a good place to display my inevitably burgeoning Chinese-nationalistic pride. Living so close to all those monuments and huge portraits of Mr. Mao doesn’t leave me much of a choice, does it?