Day 64: Oy Vey
The heat is really messing with my head. Just a few minutes ago I put my flip flops on the wrong feet and then sprayed shaving cream into my armpit thinking it was deodorant. I didn't realize the flip flops were on opposite feet until I started to walk to the bathroom to scoop out the gel from under my arm, and almost tripped and fell on my face. Good times. Then again, I read that back at home it's been a lovely 105 degrees for about a week straight. But at least there it's a dry heat, right?
Mornings are hard for me. I'm not a morning person, so when I wake up sweaty and flushed and slightly hung over, the last thing I want to do is be around people. So I wake up, stretch, feel miserable, and then I remember, shit, I'm staying in a hostel and if I want breakfast that means I gotta brave the masses at the breakfast table. That means people will probably try talking to me and ask me questions and I'll have to try and be nice when in reality I want to snap at them to leave me the hell alone for at least two to three hours. Mornings are definitely my least favorite time to be in a hostel.
Your blog is such a delight to read! I 'bout spewed my coffee all over my monitor when I read the latest entry (flip flop/armpit gel saga). LMAO.
Maureen and I will have to visit you and visa versa once you start at UMASS....Looking froward to meeting you in person.
Continue to amuse and delight us with your blog!
**smiles**
Mindy (Comment this)