Quarantine day 13
One more day. Two more sleeps.
I see that China is rounding up hamsters in Hong Kong as part of their zero-covid policy. Really? If this was a movie I would say , ‘no way’ and spark up a spliff, suspending disbelief. But real life has become unreal, more unreal if you live in China.
A YouTuber I sometime follow in Beijing was doing a time lapse and some ‘uncle’ ratted him out to the police as a suspected ‘BBC journalist’. (This is a detail that makes it real.) The police paid him a visit and wanted to see the footage. WTF? I would be out of there so fast. He said things will calm down after the Olympics.
Absolute stupidity corrupts absolutely.
So, I’m just back from the hospital.
Day 13 is the second time the health services gets to spike me in the nose hole. It was all arranged with a special taxi ride to the hospital and back again. It was nice to get out in the world. Frankly, it felt a little weird. The medic was a real jabber. This is the fourth (and last) time I’ve have my nose hole probed and certainly the most violent attack. Only one nostril though. Where oh where is the consistency?
You have to standardize before you can optimize.
Let’s randomize, reorganize instead. 差不多.
Singsong lady called me yesterday. After two days away, she popped in again with her five questions in the same order. As she is my only contact to the real world, I daydream about what she looks like and then what she looks like naked and then what it would be like having sex with her. Boring and predictable, I suppose. Perfunctory. Mechanical and routine. She’s not fun at all.
Yeah, I’m a little grumpy today. Whatever.
Last updated January 21, 2022