When I’m moving, I’m moving slow. And sometimes I’m not moving at all.
It’s procrastination. Shillyshally, as my online dictionary tells me.
Well, the frosty countryside kind of held me off today, making me feel like I needed another day in the warmth of the city to get myself ready to venture out and find the weird thing on the map.
And what could be better than a good dose of fast food to tank up on?
I spent a full afternoon at this Chinese chain restaurant sipping on soda pop and reading in my book, until eventually they rewarded me with a gift that made me feel like I had gained some kind of V.I.P. status: a fluffy mouse. Or was it a rat?
Who knows – they would have never told me anyways.
I took care of some other things, got a set of new business cards and bought a few disaster movies, then I moved on to another fast food restaurant, and this time it was a real All-American:
I got food, sat down, got out my book and my mouse and continued reading.
Then I gave the mouse to a little girl that was sitting there spying on me.
Now that I think about it, I’ve come to realize that the mouse was in fact not a mouse at all.
2008 is the year of the rat, isn’t it?
Oh right, I haven’t told you guys yet: I’m planning to spend the festivities around February 6th in Yuncheng, about 100km from my present location.
What a good excuse to shillyshally.