Hilarity, Beautiful Weather and Drugs
So I'm still engaged in giggles after reading ' The PM Responds, Vol. 1.', and so that covers the hilarity portion of the evening. Evening because it is already dark out, at this far northern latitude. Ah but its stellar outside, beautiful and sunny today I went out to run errands and actually found myself prolonging it all just to enjoy the non-winter. I was going to go for a run but decided that I would save it for tomorrow. All attempts to finish this paper failed miserably, and I'm still debating whether I will come home tonight and finish it like a good little muffin, or if I would just be better taking the night off. Ahhhh the interesting dilemmas of the student.
Drugs. What on earth? Yeah, I know, don't jump to any conclusions, nothing recreational is going on here I'm afraid. I am convinced that the Japanese restaurant (and potentially the Cambodian place next door) are a front for money laundering, drug smuggling or other illegal activities. In the almost three months I have been living here, the Japanese place has only been open once or twice, and even though it says it should be open between 12 and 2 (no joke, 12 and 2) I have walked by countless times to find it closed. A single service friend once told me that he'd eaten good sushi there, maybe it was improved because it was laced with LSD, but regardless, I almost want to eat the food there just to prove to myself that it is a real restaurant. And maybe get a good trip out of it as well, beggars can't be choosers with Asian food around here.
So all's well that ends well (seems that I've been saying that a lot eh?) and The Madman dropped by last night for a chat. Thing is, I can't maintain any sort of anger or grudge with anyone, and despite pleas for me to be sensible and not let scary crazy men into my house late at night, I couldn't resist the opportunity to make things right again. Anyways, I figure a week is long enough. Now, onwards and upwards, one more severe push and I'll be through the worst of this monstrosity of an essay. That's right, 3700 words and counting. Rock on.
Drugs. What on earth? Yeah, I know, don't jump to any conclusions, nothing recreational is going on here I'm afraid. I am convinced that the Japanese restaurant (and potentially the Cambodian place next door) are a front for money laundering, drug smuggling or other illegal activities. In the almost three months I have been living here, the Japanese place has only been open once or twice, and even though it says it should be open between 12 and 2 (no joke, 12 and 2) I have walked by countless times to find it closed. A single service friend once told me that he'd eaten good sushi there, maybe it was improved because it was laced with LSD, but regardless, I almost want to eat the food there just to prove to myself that it is a real restaurant. And maybe get a good trip out of it as well, beggars can't be choosers with Asian food around here.
So all's well that ends well (seems that I've been saying that a lot eh?) and The Madman dropped by last night for a chat. Thing is, I can't maintain any sort of anger or grudge with anyone, and despite pleas for me to be sensible and not let scary crazy men into my house late at night, I couldn't resist the opportunity to make things right again. Anyways, I figure a week is long enough. Now, onwards and upwards, one more severe push and I'll be through the worst of this monstrosity of an essay. That's right, 3700 words and counting. Rock on.
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