last night i was looking forward to a good night sleep. china apparently knew this about me and wanted to squander my hopes and dreams. so around 4am, i was awoken by a shrill scream, a sound that could only make me think one thing - bellatrix lestrange was on my hutong. shortly after came several yells and shrieks. now, i know chinese is a language of intonation, but something from my four years of higher education told me that this was not a friendly discussion. at first i thought there was an intense game of dodgeball going on, because of the "thuds" that accompanied the other sounds. then my imagination went wild and pictured bellatrix walking down my hutong terrorizing everyone in her path. i think i was close. 30 minutes later, i reluctnatly got out of bed to see what was going on. there was a young woman sprawled on the ground right outside my window, moaning. then there were two grown men - one walking around yelling with his shirt off, and one putting what i only assume could be chinese medicine on this woman. meanwhile, i'm peering out thorugh a crack in my curtains, hoping the people six feet away from me wouldn't see me and come play dodgeball or whatever they were doing through my window. after spying for about 20 minutes, i decided that these men were indeed trying to help her, that she wasn't bellatrix lestrange, and that i will never know what preceded this event for 30 minutes on my hutong while i was trying to go to sleep. so, i turned in and went back to bed. come on china, SIX INCH VOICES, please.
tired & annoyed,
kristen
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