Love Sick

No matter how great your day gets, there is no more euphoric feeling than a hot shower on an ice cold morning. This was especially true today when I woke up sicker than the night before.

Breakfast involved some Yellow Label tea and Cap’n Crunch while writing out a Valentine’s letter. For the years I’m not so fortunate as to have my own Valentine, I steal someone else’s write to a girl who is my friend. This year, my letter went to a new friend here in Macau.

Having been slightly freaked out by my recent cold and a school email regarding cases of bird flu, I decided to suck it up and wear a face mask. I felt ridiculous in my Entrepreneurship class, but tried to make light of it when I introduced myself. I also opened the floor to any Valentine’s requests, but no one took me up on it. Every time I exhaled, my breath was pushed upwards and fogged up my glasses. Although that may have dissuaded a few, it didn’t stop the Chinese girls I sat beside from chatting me up.

Unlike my other classes from the last two days, this teacher was fresh from the workforce (he actually still works at the Venetian) and was unlikely to let us out early. I sat there rather inattentive for nearly three hours until it finally ended. When we left class, my fellow exchange students and I were surprised by good weather. It was *almost* possible to see the sun and the sky had some tinge of blue in a few places. That was a mood changer and I almost instantly felt better.

After lunch, I delivered my card and then met up with another friend to open up a Chinese bank account (because money is sexy, that’s why). And so ended my Valentine’s Day, less an undisclosed evening...