8:52 am Beijing

So didn't sleep at all last night which I'd like to attribute to not having had a decent conversation with my lady love for some time because like me we are both selfish bitches added to the fact that I'm begining a new sojourn into the slick world of art curating/dealing/consulting/crtiquing/watching /wishing I was just doing coloring book compositions like I set out to instead. It's all in effort to make some money before the whole shithouse crahes down and we're all left looking into one another's empty lunchboxes for some morsel of aesthetic hope. That being said
I should go to bed

But the bed doesn't beckon like it should. Like it used to.
Mr. Xu, 65 years young and his lovely wife, who looked on the brink of barfing the entire flight from NY-Beijing, tells me he sleeps no more than 3-4 hours a night because of his age...
sounds horrible
You'd think the pleasure of sleeping would become all the more acute when life is on its last leg. Anyway 0 hours for me see what happens this afternoon
probably collapse among the artcrowds stampeding to the next best buying spree and wiggle to death in some fugly Beijing mud puddle
adios