Bugs Crawling All Over My Brain

yesterday i sat down to digitize undoubtedly the most upside-gone-defining experience i've had yet, only to discover a colony of ants had invaded my laptop, scurrying in and out of nearly every interface and orifice. after unplugging their support line, the power cord, i spent nearly the next hour shaking, and flicking, and squashing, and stomping as many of the increasingly creepy critters as possible, trying to rid my computer of a potentially deadly infestation instead of my brain, which actually needs it more. in fact, i was thinking about taking off work this week to both catch my breath and catch up on this blog which, at this point, is so back logged i'm afraid i may not remember or have time to write about everything that's been going on.

i think i've gotten most of the bugs outta my motherboard, but i still feel'em gnawing away at my medulla oblongotta. though before i can write about what happened last weekend (related to the "deeply disturbing" event of 2 weeks before), i hafta write the conlusion to phuong, and then continue with the hanoi adventures. and then some time after that i need to post what's going on in the world of teaching vietnamese students american slang. and yes, you'll love it.

i'm expecting things to calm down a bit soon, so hopefully i'll have more time to write about the day to day shit which is no less interesting, but gets lost in the priorities list.

so here's a pic of me saying what's up to the sisters from the roof of the strangest building i'd ever been in - still all kinds of fucked up...

think about it, that could be you i'm talking to. but unfortunately for your sorry ass, it's not. i have no idea how someone from outside vietnam can call my cellphone, but i'm sure that if you just dial some random number of digits that exceeds 7 but is less than say 15, i'm sure sooner or later you'll get through to me. godspeed, peace y'all. 'mout.