i can't wait to move. i'm tired of getting up at 6am so i can get to my 9am class on time. i'm even more tired of the 3am ritual of mishka jumping on the bed, sniffing my face and trying to dig out who knows what from under my chest. i can't remember the last time i slept through the night. it's been at least a few months. not good.
started work at publix. it's a lot different than my last publix. well, different to me. it's all the same stuff, just with a different distribution of importance and priority. and i'm trying to brush up on my spanish, since most of the guys i work with are hispanic. i think my manager is younger than i am, but he's cool so it works out.
consulate internship starts next week. should be cool.
so over the weekend,
this (i'd look at the pictures more than the story) happened at my parents' house. pretty crazy.
okay, well, i have a presentation to do today about property rights in the former soviet union, so i guess i better not be late to class.
send my regards to the missus.