Smushy Faced Children Follow Me

25 Jan
The bus was inexplicably 40 minutes early today, so i missed it and what is normally a 2 hour trip became a 10 hour long day of triumph!
Tally for the Day:

• strangers proposing: 6
• strangers proposing to me in front of their wives: 2
• pages read: 192
• failed hitch attempts: 3
• kidnapping attempts (where i'm the "kid"): 1
• mls of water for the day: 500
• food: none
• cute babies played with: 2
• Items demanded of me: my jacket, my shoes, my earrings (3 times), food, candy, toilet paper, money for beer and cigarettes

Taxi Tally: Occupants of the 14 person max. vehicle:
21 adults, 4 babies/toddlers, 4 giant duffel bags, a 9kg propane tank, 3 buckets full of godknowswhat, a chicken, 2 animal hide drums (of the musical variety), and about 157 flies.

29 Jan
I spend at least an hour every day circling my hut, swatting flies. One time i clocked in at 2 hours 10 mins. This is indicative of:
a) The number of flies in my hut
b) My dislike for flies
c) The range of activities available to me in my free time
d) All of the above

30 Jan

Things I Do When I'm Bored
1. make lists
2. swat flies
3. curse the existence of flies
4. do crosswords
5. teach myself to play vic's mandolin
6. read books
7. play with professor phonics
8. create/ convince myself i still have a life and future in America
9. draw pictures
10. shadow dance
11. Lift "weights" a.k.a. buckets of varying quantities of water
12. lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling
13. read more books.

2 Feb
My house gets secretly flooded during heavy rains. It took me a while to figure out what was going on. So my floor is concrete covered with mismatched pieces of plastic sheeting, and during heavy/prolonged rains water seeps in through the seam where the wall and floor meet, and collects beneath the plastic sheeting. I kept getting my socks/slippers soaked while walking around my house, but couldn't see any puddles. Finally i realized that if i step near a hole, water will geyser up. When i discovered these hidden geysers i tried to mop up the water, but more just kept coming. Then i realized the ENTIRE FLOOR was like a waterbed with too many holes, and it was still raining, so i retreated to high ground (my bed) and watched the progress. As the rains continued a lake started forming over near my door ( the lowest point of the floor), and two streams formed along seams in the sheeting, and the water trickled down to the lake. As a result of my bloodlust, there are quite a few discarded fly carcasses on the floor, who were then caught up in the deluge and also made their way down to the lake. I was waiting for my furniture to start floating away, too.
I suppose there was a good reason why the successful little pig made his house of brick, and not mud and cow dung.