Sunday was much more successful than Saturday. (On Saturday I accidentally fell asleep at 2 p.m., woke up at 4:30 p.m., and then went to bed at 5:30 p.m. to wake up at midnight. I worked on my master's paper until 4 a.m. and then was up at 6 a.m. Sunday.) Today I have vowed that I will drink any amount of caffeine it takes to stay awake until at least 8 p.m. Right now it's 4 p.m., so I'm well on the way. Anyway, I successfully negotiated dry cleaning service, walked up the monorail line two stops to a big park (it's a non-smoking park) on the way to which I encountered a billboard advertising commercial infant formula directly to consumers (the English emphasized that it contained choline). That is totally illegal under an international convention, so I realized I needed a camera to share it with my favorite infant and young child feeding (aka, breast feeding) advocates at UNC.
On the way to buy the camera, though, I stopped off at a restaurant called Condoms & Cabbages (food and safe sex, my favorite combination especially when it involves fried pork). Now that I have a few condom-themed goodies and a new Durex condom that came in place of the mint with my bill, my life seems somehow more complete. Food was good, and they have amazing shirts, including "Stop Global Warming: Use a Condom" and the olympic rings made out of condoms with "Weapons of Mass Protection". Hehehehe. BUT, they were all in size XL. Stores catering to foreigners don't carry my size!
Onward to the mega-mall (well the cheaper of the two mega-malls) in Bangkok where they do carry my size. So, now I have four new shirts that are fitted and actually fit me, a new pair of jeans, had a cute gay salesman try to sell me really ugly shirts (almost too gay to function if I were to be mean about it). Being in Bangkok is not as bad as being in Tokyo, but even here I feel severely underdressed not so much in formalness but in style.
I haven't had a cup of coffee in four days, and it's really starting to get to me, and I can't figure out which brand/variety of bottled green tea in the store isn't sweetened. I keep answering people in some weird combination of English, Japanese, and Spanish, which hasn't been helping my communication abilities. Tomorrow I have to go to work. Sigh. Oh, and I sweat through my shirt by 11 a.m., through parts of my wallet by 12 p.m., and through my entire wallet by 1 p.m. It's hot here. Those little annoyances aside (well, perhaps, the coffee is becoming a serious problem), it's going to be a good month.
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