OK, so they were right, trying to sleep here *is* brutal. Hot, stuffy, no air at all. Men are sleeping out on the deck. At least until it starts raining, which is about every 3 hours, then everyone starts running around closing hatches and moving still packed bags inside. The only reason I even consider it sleeping, is because I was largely ( Read more... )

2:30 am ( Read more... )

Ну вот. Пора итоги подводить - а у меня времени нет! Да будет жизнь! Потерзаться о смысле жизни мне праздник не нужен.

С Новым Годом! Давайте будем счастливы!

December 31. I have not a single New Year resolution, no global thoughts on results of the previous year, and no time to think of it now! New Year is not about that, anyway. It's about champagne, sparkle and your personal magic.

The existential crisis is due in February, as usual. I'll think about the eternal then. Happy New Year!

For ixnewmon:

Yes, it's Dr.Seuss. For grown-ups

В смысле, да, тот самый Доктор. С детскими шумелками. А этот взрослый.

Well, hello world. Take next. I really, really should try to be more open, make new friends and all that.

Drat, I didn't realize I was such a curmudgeon.

I'm debating joining the "Curves". I'm indecisive at the best of times, but this is ridiculous ( Read more... )

Слова (и понятия) которые я никак не могу идеально перевести на английский хотя стараюсь уже лет 15 ( Read more... )

Oh, and I think I'm going to cultivate a hairdresser obsession. Well, at least I'm going to make one more appointment with James. The first one was great. The second was a disappointment (and right before the holiday party, too.) This will have to be the decisive round - James the model/hairdresser vs. my hair. Maestro, drumroll ( Read more... )

There was a reason I started writing in a journal. I wanted to try and be more open. Tell things about myself, if only to myself. The idea is not working very well. Even my private posts are few and far between. I wonder, why am I so secretive ( Read more... )