Sometimes Rebecca likes to ask me if I have any big plans for the night. This always strikes me as somewhat funny since I’m living on top of a small mountain in the midst of a small forest. My plans, in suit, are usually small.
Today was a long one. It lasted forever. Sandlot forever.
She asked me, “Big plans tonight?”
I said, “Yeah, if you consider a Kostriker, my book, and some sleeping pills a big plan.”
And that’s the truth. Aside from weekends, during which I try to travel some and eat Doner’s, my nights are less glamorous than most people think. It usually involves at least four of the following seven things:
-National Geo or PBS videos
-Dostoyevsky or Goethe (Russian and German literature, how can one miss?)
-Sleeping pills
-The library
-Singing ‘Everything Will be Alright’ by The Killers
-A dark German beer
-Homemade lasagna (well, fine, micro waved)
Sprinkle with a few phone calls to Rebecca and shake rigorously for ten seconds. Those are my four hours of freedom a day.
5 comments:
Less - is the new more. Those sound like sweet-action plans to me. Can you read / speak any German yet?
Do you hang out with any body that works there or from the area? What's your interaction with people like there?
AWWW
Thats the cutest picture ever
<3
You know what YOU need
some sweet Scrubs action
Do you ever watch TV in German?
You forgot to sprinkle MY night with phone calls. I can recall no other night since the day I met you of which I had to "tuck" myself in, although I'm sure it's been done on a rare occasion. Your wife is sad. I love you! Goodnight.
It is killing Prof Rice!!!!! What did you think of Spaghetti Eis?????????
Dearest Bon Bon,
It's good to hear from you. You're supposed to be here with me, so that i can at least have someone to make sarcastic comments to. Is it too late to come?
Sean and Kitten,
Those are some good questions, and I'll answer them soon. Have you two hung out yet? That would be sweet.... And yeah, I need some Scrubs, though everyday is in some twisted way a bad version.
The Professor sits in his office, with no papers to grade.
Rice Town
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