It's 3:25am here in the suburbs, the wife's in the shower, the kolaches are minutes away from being heated-up in my mom's kitchen, and we're heading for DFW International Airport within the half-hour to check-in for our 6:30 flight to Beijing via Toronto 23 hours later. I'm trippin' on this right now. Of course, I slept zero point zero last night, instead maniacally printed maps and making copies of passports, the stuff. NO-SLEEP-'TILL-BEIJING! (not Brooklyn). Seriously, I'm crashing-out on one of those planes, and I hope I don't embarrass Pachi too much with all of the snoring I'm going to do. Yikes. Am I really about to go to China? In modern venacular, I think the term is 'OMG', with maybe an 'F' stuck in there somewhere, I can't remember. As a teacher, I have to
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