Chapter 307

I woke up at 6:40, and it took me a while to even remember that I was paranoid at the idea of going to war just a few hours prior. I’ll browse the news during the day, a lot of people speculate that the government encouraging people to stockpile food isn’t necessaily because of anticipated upcoming armed conflict, but it could still be ominous as hell, being a sign of economic hyperinflation to come. It could also be in case of lockdowns, there’s been a small eclosion of cases, including in the neighboring city of Changzhou. I hope having been there 10 days ago won’t affect me.

My day went by normally, and I struggle to find anything interesting to talk about, compared with my eventful weekends when I can easily write 1500 words a day. I had Catatonic Class in the afternoon and I was dragging my feet going, but it went really well. They’re decent students when they’re not catatonic, and reviewing for the exam got them out of their slumber.

At night I went to the gym. The Italian couldn’t come, so it was just me and the 40-year-old stocky Chinese blue belt. We practiced a few moves we’ve learned recently, and then had a few old-fashioned deathmatches. I did better than usual but the motherfucker is strong. A good time was had by all. Then I went home, walked the dog, did laundry, showered, ate a big meal, and watched a bunch of Paul Joseph Watson videos. I like PJW. He’s a very angry British man and he says funny things.