last evening

i'm about to eat some cheese toast and pasta at bens grandparents house, i'm planning on eating about four bowls. i'm packed up now, initially i told myself i would bring only two books, but now i'm bringin upwards of seven or eight for fear of lack of bookshops. it is twenty degrees in beijing, i will be there the day after tommorow. its a sixteen hour flight from here soi'm going to drink free beer and try to read an entire book so i can get rid of it. i just read martin amis's House Of Meetings, its about a man and his brother in a russian gulag, its intense and you never quite understand if you like the narrator, but its beautiful, made me miss my brothers. i'll write you all when i get there.