adjustment comes in threes

Peter and I drew this.

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Let me share a few textual tidbits about adjustment:

a) My body/brain has fully adjusted to my time zone, and now I go to sleep at four in the morning like I used to. This is an example of something in between Good Adjustment and Bad Adjustment.

b) My brain/mouth/limbs have not adjusted to having awkwardness. If they did adjust, I wouldn’t be awkward anymore, I guess. This is an example of Bad Adjustment.

c) Yesterday, I realized that I can actually sleep in my new sandbox bed for more than four hours at a time, though I cough when sand gets stuck in my nose and mouth sometimes. This is an example of mostly Good Adjustment.

remembrance of things past

I’ve been in a state of flux for about two weeks, and there’s at least two more weeks to go. I think I’ve lost items on the way, and I’m not being metaphorical when I say this. I mean, yes, parts of my persona have probably been shed or altered through my travels, but I’m also pretty sure I’ve lost my beloved, multi-colored Audiotechnica earphones. I miss them a lot.

a lack of technology

My laptop sputtered, collapsed, and is now comatose, so now I have no computer at home and no internet. This means that when I go home, I feel the wrath of an abundance of time and boredom.

And so, I type this now from an internet and comic book cafe, feeling the cool breezes of the air conditioner and the sound of smattering keyboards from the speakers.

This particular internet cafe is the nicest one I’ve encountered thus far. It has leather couches near the front window, which means no smoky booths and squeaky seats for me today. The clientele also seems a bit more upscale. Fifty percent of the customers appear to be women (compare this to 10% in a normal internet cafe), and a man sitting near the front is wearing a rather lavish ensemble. His outfit is all-black with a collar bedecked in silver diamond-shaped objects and what appear to be large crystal jewels.

However, the computers are positioned awkwardly in relation to the chairs, and I have to lean forward constantly. My neck is in great pain.

But I guess this is the price I have to pay for a well-cushioned chair and a comatose laptop.

“it’s a great day to be alive!

When I feel a bit sullen, sometimes I jump in the air and yell, “IT’S A GREAT DAY TO BE ALIVE!!!”

grumble grumble

I LOST MY WALLET.

However, this does mean I get to buy a new wallet. It’s a practical and everyday item, so I don’t feel as guilty.