i'm gonna strut like a cock 'til i'm 99
i arrived in vila do conde on saturday, and by this morning i can tell you that i am fairly sure i’ll enjoy my whole stay here. the girls in this flat are wonderful and we’ve been congregating at random spots in the flat just talking, talking, talking most hours of the day. this morning (monday) though, was our first class day, and i can’t go because of this stupid rash/itchy bullshit on my ankles and hands. of course, i have no internet/google at the apartment to figure out what the hell it is! who needs docs/pharmacists when there’s google, really?
so yeah. dr. wade is staying behind with me while everyone else goes to the excavation site so that i can go to the pharmacist. aaand all my clothes that have been hanging out since yesterday afternoon? since i was completely unaware of the fog that rolled in last night, my clothes are all wet again, so when dr. w comes in to talk to me and check on the apartment as a whole, my underwear will be hanging off the handles of our bureau.
in other news, we all feel like we’re in internet rehab. this is NOT a good time to be without internet, the WC is starting!! like wtf? i’m supposed to live in an apartment of non-football watchers and talk to nobody about this spectacle? screw you expensive internet, screw you.
ETA: i officially know that it's an allergic reaction to something. now i'm camped out at the cafe with wifi drinking my weight in tea. and only my lofe jamesie_boy is online :( NO SYMPATHY FROM THAT BITCH.
so yeah. dr. wade is staying behind with me while everyone else goes to the excavation site so that i can go to the pharmacist. aaand all my clothes that have been hanging out since yesterday afternoon? since i was completely unaware of the fog that rolled in last night, my clothes are all wet again, so when dr. w comes in to talk to me and check on the apartment as a whole, my underwear will be hanging off the handles of our bureau.
in other news, we all feel like we’re in internet rehab. this is NOT a good time to be without internet, the WC is starting!! like wtf? i’m supposed to live in an apartment of non-football watchers and talk to nobody about this spectacle? screw you expensive internet, screw you.
ETA: i officially know that it's an allergic reaction to something. now i'm camped out at the cafe with wifi drinking my weight in tea. and only my lofe jamesie_boy is online :( NO SYMPATHY FROM THAT BITCH.