It’s 2:30 a.m.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Beijing

I’m not a bit tired. The packing is pretty much done, but I seriously fear my suitcase will burst open. It’s jammed to the point the zippers are straining, so I’ve put the bathroom footstool on top of it, in hopes things will compact down over the next few hours.

I don’t want to leave. I don’t even want to think about leaving. I can barely bring myself to close the curtains, as I watch the night sky twinkle above me (how many cities can you actually see the stars in?).

Only two hours before I need to get in the shower and start heading out. Two hours.

Not enough time.

Not nearly enough time.