Strange days, these days. Sleep doesn’t come easy, but I feel tired all the time. Depression is funny that way, isn’t it? Lately most of my dreams are about life in the USA, and leaving China behind, forever. Lots of daydreams about me and my brother taking hunting trips and shooting elk in Colorado. Field dressing, butchering, cooking, eating. The simple life. I might be able to make it happen next year. Part of me would be severely damaged, while another part would finally get a chance to start healing. Maybe my blog would be a lot better, too.