2 weeks...

I have 2 weeks left until I leave HK. I'm in this familiar but frustrating place where I'm trying to pack in all the things I must do before I leave. Make sure to buy that thing that'll forever remind me of my time in Hong Kong. Need to go to that restaurant because I'm really going to miss the way they make my eggs. I try to have meaningful, fun times with my friends but I can't really be "present" because there are 1,000 things swirling around in my brain. Like, how I need to begin the agonizing process of going through all of my drawers wondering how I could've possibly accumulated so much shit in only 10 months time. And try not to break into a stress-induced tear fit when the littlest thing like talking to the Chinese lady at the cable company upsets me. Then...in the end...I don't do any of these things because I get sucked into an "Ugly Betty" marathon on TV (I totally want to work at a dysfunctional magazine now. And buy a bunch of shoes I can't afford).

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God, I need a date. The best sex I've had in the past 3 months when I was scratching the 13 mosquito bites on my legs OR it might have been when I finally sneezed after wheezing over and over for a solid minute. I just can't decide. I hope British men are cute.

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I watched "Reality Bites" and I miss the young, greasy, philosophically conflicted Ethan Hawke. Now all we have is this old, cleaner cut, morally deficient Ethan Hawke.

Getting older sucks.