sloth

Oh my god, I am a retard. I couldn't even remember the password to my blogger account. Oh! the rusty wheels of a brain churning, slowly, slowly.

So. I still live here in the CZR. Its grim and gay by turns, even as it seems everyone is jumping ship. The latest victim: my lunatic but lovely Aussie roommate Rowan, who plans to head to Romania and Morocco (geographical links notwithstanding) and then home "to commit suicide," because its cheaper than sending the body back. This IS the kind of thing that seems funny after so many months in this place. Humor here is gruesome.

I am considering taking up smoking. Its disgusting and glamorous. I need more props to suspend me!

Gah! Everything is good, really. I don't even hate teaching that much (christ on a cross, I think I enjoyed two of the lessons I had yesterday, even as the third was a new nightmare manufactured in some sinister TEFL factory somewhere). The weather here is puzzlingly good. My brother is coming to visit in a week's time. Paris for the weekend. La di da, etc.

Ok, little darlings. The cogs have screeched to a halt. Don't be strangers (I think that means you, Heather).