Heading to rehab

So every time the movers ask me if they can pack my Mac I say, "no, no, I need it a little while longer." I'm pretty sure about two hours after they pull the plug the shakes will hit me. After tomorrow I may be "off the grid" as the kids say these days. If I get a chance I'll blog from U.S. rockin' A., but I'll have to be pulled away from all the shopping, English speakers, doctors with real medical degrees, hair salons where fire engine red or Barney purple aren't an option, customer service (I'm going to buy hideous things, not in my size just so I can return them no questions asked at a "Returns" desk rather than making four stops to try to get my $5.00 back). Kenny's taking a serious chance flying me to the US after almost five years of being gone before heading to China. He may have to drag me on the plane or dangle my Mac in front of me. Here's a picture of the boys today playing Wii amid the chaos of the packers.

Hope to catch you all up after we're settled in the middle kingdom and my beloved Mac and I are reunited in junkie/dealer codependence.