Saturday, September 13, 2014
A bushel and a peck
Holy moly, is it ever hot here. I am lounging around in my underwear and drinking lemonade, so it feels as though the sunshine is losing this round.
Forgot how much I feel awkward in dorm rooms. This building is filled with guys all doing impressive degrees, but they seem so young in other ways ex. there is a cooking temperature chart taped to the fridge. We appear to trust these men with engineering our buildings and roadways, but not with stir-frying chicken. This morning there were four scuzzy-eyed people huddled around the living room table, picking at reheated pasta and watching Australian boarder agents confiscate mangoes on the television.
5 days until the referendum on Scottish independence. Och aye.