It's Dark And Australia Is Hot

OK gosh. It gets kind of hot here. I'm pretty much dying. Dying and watching Knight Rider. Those are two of my activities. Still unemployed and boy do I want a job if only for the air conditioning. It's hard to want to tan when you spend all day being hot. Boo hoo.

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So yesterday I was walking home from the grocery store with my shopping bags, wearing my t-shirt that says "AMERICAN" on it in big letters. (I got it at American University, but it cracks me up to wear it out of context here.) Anyway, there's this awesome divey pub on my street, so there are often interesting characters about, and I'm watching home from the grocery store and this scruffy guy red-faced bloke in his mid-thirties is coming up the street in the opposite direction, sees me, stops, makes strong eye-contact with me and says (loudly, very angrily) "THAT is just fucked!" Of course my first thought is Aussie-on-Yank hate crime, so I'm like thinking about where I should be standing when I have to drop my bags and try to sucker-punch him, and in the meantime I ask him what's so fucked.

"You should really buy some of those green, recyclable bags!"

And I said "OK," and kept walking, but I made sure to keep an eye on him as I was still a bit worried about being punched in the back of the head because he did seem really angry.

(I have such an exciting fantasy life! Too much UFC, I think.)

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It also occurred to me yesterday that, when I go through customs after my flight home, there's going to be a portrait of Obama on the wall instead of Bush. It's going to be strange adjusting to the US again after another three months here. Even my most recent memories of America seem so distant now.

Which reminds me, I bought my ticket home. I leave the morning of 30 April, and arrive in Boston in the evening of April 30. 

2009 has been great so far. Every single day (all 23 of them) have been really good. The one small exception was the afternoon that I booked my flight home; I spent the rest of the day just feeling sad. America's my home and it's where I need to be at this stage in my life, but I know I'll want to come back here someday.

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OK it's 3:14 AM and I am sweating to death. Time to get my clothes out of the dryer and take a cold shower. And then hug the cat. I bet he'll totally freak out if I hug him while I'm still wet and naked and freezing cold!