Wow, in China, AGAIN. If it weren’t for my love of what I do, I think I could get sick of China really quickly. And in some respects I am. I’m tired of living in a hotel room where everybody seems to know who I am. And I’m tired of Chinese food; I actually really can’t stand it. And I’m tired of long drives to the hot factory. But I’m not so tired of developing and creating and dreaming and drawing. I love that about my life. I dream and I draw and I color. It’s like I’m five years old again….