My computer is locked up in Ed's room and this sack of shit computer in my room couldn't handle Pong if you added RAM and a real monitor. It's 7 in the morning in Korea and we had the "pre-game" festivities last night.
That means I'm hung over. I don't understand.. I outweigh every Korean who was in the room last night by 50 lbs but I know that that the wretched swine will be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when I see them this morning. I took copious notes last night, and one of the boys took copious pictures I hope to get my hands on today.
I was beaten up by an old woman.
I ate something Ed called fish that was "marinated in a bad way" (I can't believe a Korean said something like that about marination). I'm not sure that's a fair analysis because, after all, who doesn't like fish that tastes as though it had been soaked in ammonia?
I was the belle of the ball.
I "earned" $200 and then gave it back (that would be convenient right at this moment for a hooker or a western breakfast... actually, bugger the inscrutable swine... breakfast eaten off of the stomcach of a hooker....
This morning we will be off to get Ed made up and to the wedding. There is the promise of an afternoon off. Jae says there is a PC Bang right next door and if so there will be pictures.
For now I can only look out my window at the early morning smog which obscures the Sun and feel the White Man's burden..
It feels like a hangover...
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