Breathe Breathe Breathe

I'm kind of having a mini panic attack thinking about all the stuff I have to do.

Today a woman came into the bathroom stall next to me and let out the loudest series of farts. I didn't see her face and I was embarrassed for her.

Today I got a slip from the post office. I got a letter from China. I wonder who it's from.

Today when I was riding the bus home I realized I smelled like Korean food. It permeated my clothes, my hair, my bags. Once we stopped the lady next to me got up and moved to another seat. I felt like the really smelly homeless guy who rides the shuttle bus at UCLA.

Today I got a call back for a job I applied for. It's in Beijing. Either that or Boston. I used to have an up and ready-to-go mentality when it came to going back and working in China. For some reason it seems harder now. I don't know why. Maybe I'm getting older and have lost some of that flexibility. Maybe I just like LA too much. I don't get myself sometimes.