Brrrrrrr....

Corbett | January 24, 2004 1:56 AM

11c in the house is just way too cold for comfort. I look like some crazed French rasta hillbilly skier with my puffy stocking cap, two flannel shirts, two layers of fleece, and a thick scarf wrapped around my neck.

It's cold. Period. And coming from Colorado, this sounds wimpy here on an island in the South China Sea, but I've confirmed it with a Russian, a Swede, and a German. We're all freezing our butts off. Something about the humidity just seeps into the bones.

Juergen brought his kids over and we had some nice hot pot, and a few good games of Uno. The half bottle of scotch and a bottle of wine warmed me up for a couple of hours. After they left the we all huddled down under some blankets to watch Shallow Hal, and the only way to end this cold misery is to now go hide in bed.

The third day of the New Year leaves me wondering if I need this much rest. I'm used to operating on 6 hours a day, and it's weird adjusting to 12 hours suddenly. I know that just when you get used to it, it's all yanked out from under you, and you're back to 6 again, facing the reality of work.

Category: Mr. Asia