Tonight I cooked hot and sour soup. Vodka in hand a lighter note than my usual whiskey I hit the flavours on the proverbial head. Natalia drank it up.
We usually watch TV on DVD in the evenings, brought from the local dodgy neibourhood DVD shop. Tonight it was NCIS, a navy, CSI, crime hybrid. It’s cheesy, but I’m unexplicably hooked. The characters are likeable in a comical kind of way but I like the way they kick ass at all costs.
The Lemonade ran dry and the next best mixer was honey sweetened iced jasmine tea in the fridge, sweet but good, bloody good.
Out on the balcony I took in the view of the post apocolyptic mess of factories and apartment compounds; a lake, named Du Shu with a highway running through it. The buidings alive wih the chatter of a hundred aircon units and a hundred more and a hundred more and I can help but thinking its soothing like the rain. Im going to bed.
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