Man, I'm tired lately. Dwen broke up with her long-time boyfriend, and to get over the habit of calling him every night before bed, now she calls me. (I am her human methadone treatment. I don't know if that's flattering or not.) Ah, well, if it'll cheer her back up before we go to 'Nam together, a little sleep now is a small price to pay for having a happy companion.
Speaking of Vietnam, I get the distinct impression that their embassy staff has no idea what they're doing. It took me a good three weeks to get in touch with them about my visa, trying both e-mail and phone, and then one day they get back to me via each, with two rather different answers.
For those of you familiar with the notion that stereotypes begin from a grain of truth, I direct your attention to the Communists.
Speaking of Vietnam, I get the distinct impression that their embassy staff has no idea what they're doing. It took me a good three weeks to get in touch with them about my visa, trying both e-mail and phone, and then one day they get back to me via each, with two rather different answers.
For those of you familiar with the notion that stereotypes begin from a grain of truth, I direct your attention to the Communists.