Arrival in Seattle (Mai Yuen's Diary)

Arrival in Seattle was not much of a hassle. Touched down at the airport at 9 AM and did some napping at the hotel.

It's a nice hotel. Big soft bed, everything you could ask for.

Took a walk down the waterfront in the evening and got lost, as expected. Cruddy bad sense of direction. When looking for directions, met a strange young man by the name of Tristan. Again, those stress induced hallucinations were around. I swear, it hasn't been a better time to visit Seattle, or take a break from work.

Not only did I hallucinate that this young fellow was some kind of grey-faced skeleton man, but I also saw a moving blue fog of some sort. The size of a dog. In any case, I took my medication. Honestly think that I must be going completely insane. I liked his clothes, though. They had an honest feel to them.

I talked with Tristan for a while. He was quite friendly. We talked about Mandarin, then moved onto other odd topics. It was like everything I was worried about just spilled out from my mouth. I am so ashamed of myself for having that little self control. I even told him about the Dr Dolittle incident and that silly dream I have about becoming an actress.

Well, he took me back to the hotel. He had quite a lot to say about life. Perhaps Seattle is supposed to be like this, with people ready to give advice. Mr Tristan also gave me his number as well. I'm not sure if I'll call, though. Sounds a little fishy to me.

He was kind enough to tell me where Cafe Nervosa is. I'll go there tomorrow, or maybe this evening. Maybe I can meet the famous Dr Frasier Crane.

It's odd, though. Since I arrived, I've been feeling like my headache is less. It's almost like I don't want to go back.