The weather in Daegu has taken a turn towards slightly unbearable-- especially at night. The perpetual motion machine which was my fan is no longer functional. The airconditioning is noisy and expensive. And outside my window someone has been screaming intensely for over two hours. It honestly sounds excruciating, like a narrow-hipped waif giving birth to a mule. I'm running out of ways to distract myself. I still loathe my roommate. Nightly I pray for his motorcycle wheels to skid off the poorly-paved streets of the city and rid this nation of his portly Canadian-bacon filled antics. He's been getting into trouble at work lately, angering the natives with his tardiness and stupidity, chances are nothing will come of it, but it gives me an evil, Mr.Burns-like pleasure to consider the possibilities. Sometimes it seems that the only true stress I have in my life in Korea is this nitwit I live with. It's hard to accept a post-college, "real-world" experience being marred by crappy roommate-- I thought those days ended in College. The last few weekends I've been out, I keep running into the same British chick and she is always plastered. She always comes right up to my ear and starts belting out these bizarre soccer chants from her limey nation. The first one is something to the effect of, "I'd rather be Bin Laden than your mum (repeat 6-8 times). The second one is exaclty the same but she replaces Bin Laden with Hussein. Why does she do this? The one time we actually spoke, I was kind of interested in her, but all she was saying was that her dad was Irish and he's kicked a lot of lad's arses. I figured it was a lost cause halfway through and started jive-talking her in a cockney accent, though most of the things I said where based on my fragmented recollection of "Oliver!"
Thank you, San Francisco Day School.

It appears that much like Stella, the Giants have gotten their groove back, let's hope it lasts. Also, The Dave Chappelle Show is fantastic.