After probably one bus ride, two train rides, one plane ride, three more train rides, and one taxi ride, I finally made it to the institute!
Month: August 2008
I spent most of my evening looking for a bag to use on my upcoming Germany trip. All I have to show for it is a new umbrella.
Got drenched on my way home. Can’t believe I forgot my umbrella in Ann Arbor.
I woke up snickering to my own comedy routine in a dream. Now that was bizarre.
Broke my first glass at work. It’s a good thing only everybody was there to see.
Of course, that emotion was sparked by an enchanting-little woman, but what isn’t really?
For a moment last evening, I actually regretted leaving Ann Arbor. Actually, it’s strange that this hasn’t happened before now.
Screams in the night
I was rudely awakened from a horrific nightmare a few minutes ago to the even more horrible sound of a terrified woman wailing. This was accompanied by the banging of doors, heavy stomping and other unabashed signs of an argument. This, however, isn’t a particularly new experience for me as my luck with neighbours follows a distinct pattern. But what was grating though was the woman’s annoying voice.
Even though her distress was obvious, I couldn’t once get myself to feel sorry for her or even have my usual (tainted) good Samaritan aspiration—where I contemplate knocking on their door to find out if all is well, despite the distinct possibility of getting beaten up (or worse), under the grand illusions of the payoffs accompanying rescuing a damsel in distress.
But her frickin’ whiny voice. Arggh! She’s causing my ears to bleed.
Oh, it’s suddenly gotten all quiet now.
And it’s been that way for a few minutes. Oh good, she must have run away or he must’ve killed her. Thank goodness. Now I can peacefully return to battling my own inner demons.
A programming note: Since the introduction of µ, a micro-journal featuring extremely small entries, my writing skills have gone further south.
Stripping for cute nurses is always fun!
Yesterday, I left a bunch of useful books at home. Today, I forgot my computer’s power adaptor. I really need a better mnemonic system.
It’s Sunday evening already? There’s never enough time to do all the nothing I want.
If I watch or read anything even remotely evocative right before going to bed, I sleep extremely disturbed. If you can even call it sleep.
Oh, did I say repeatable? I meant it happened once.
Finally arrived at a repeatable system to cook fluffy, tender, non-mushy rice without making too much of a mess.
I believe I just opened a bank account. Now to work my way out of penury, so I have something to put into it.