This is me, just quickly checking into say hello! Nothing interesting has happened!
Classes are fabulous, life is good, but I don't even have little dumb stories for you. I was hoping something big and entertaining would happen tonight at the couchsurf meeting, but then I decided not to go. Meh. No worries.
Sadly, the most interesting thing that has happened to me in the last three days is that I burnt my hand pretty badly on our oven. The blisters eventually popped, and I've been bandaging it and trying to keep it clean, but it was swollen and yellow and oozing and really painful when I woke up this morning. I realized, that in what was probably a critical oversight, I forgot to bring Neosporin with me from America. I resigned myself to my hand going gangrenous, until I suddenly remembered we have vodka in our living room, and don't they always disinfect wounds with vodka in all the old westerns? Usually somewhere in between shoving a stick in the poor guy's mouth and cutting his arm off with a tomahawk? If John Wayne could do it, so could I. So, I poured my wound a shot of vodka, and soaked it. And it hurt like a bitch. But on the plus side, it is no longer yellow and oozing, the swelling has gone down, and it's even more or less stopped hurting.
Vodka for the win!