Vegetarian society

So I am having a ridiculous day. Working in the bookstore is too funny! I've had speakers of Russian, German, and Spanish all waltz in today and without a segue in sight gab their gobbledy-gook language to me. Hey wha?

Also, apparently this is a tourist office. Like, so um, How do I get to the restaurant with the terrace next door? Where can I buy stamps? Where is the bank? How to we get to the refectory library? And then some young thing just waltzed in while i was chewing on my salami lunch, from the "Vegetarian Society," trying to sell me trail mix and other erstwhile animal-free goodies. mmm, salami...

My address, fools

Send me stuff! Ahahaha. If anyone wants to you know, send books, food, provisions etc. I can be reached at Tania Barnes c/o ITC, Kaprova 12, Prague 110 00, Czech Republic.

In other news, I'm sick. Woeful cold: congestion, throat sore, etc. Take pity on me! Send cash.

staring, staring

Right. So have gotten some part time work at an English language bookstore. Moved into new place near center. Things are looking up, maybe? Had abysmal class this morning of silent students. Pulling teeth, etc. But teaching is actually, on balance, becoming a bit easier. I'm quite used to be stared at now, and if they don't want to speak well! we just sit there in silence. They stare, I stare. We stare. Its a grammar lesson. Its fantastico, its all so silly.

Will give myself another few months of adjustment. Hopefully, some of the woeful anxiety blues will pass! The terrors have been pretty bloody awful these past few weeks; up down. Left, center. I miss New York, all of you, and yet I don't want to come home.