Blog Entry Stuck on Flash Drive

I wrote a blog entry last night and now the computer at the internet cafe won't let me open my flash drive. It is mildly frusterating. But not frusterating enough to inspire me to try to explain the situation to the already just generally annoyed attendant so that she can help me fix the problem. Nothing really big or important has happened lately anyways.

---There was this sort of collision/open-ice hit that occured when I played hockey on Saturday. Which resulted in me having a large swollen lip for the past 4 days. But now my lip is normal sized again. It also resulted in the other man continuously apologizing to me for the rest of the game. Also my hand was both shaken and kissed by various people as they told me I was the best player on the ice.

--I called the Archangelsk hotel to reserve my room for next week. Hopefully the general sense of "Abigail Mayer" was conveyed, regardless of my absolute incompetence at spelling my name in Cyrillic letters.

--I went to Kostroma on Sunday. Mainly because I was annoyed at sitting around on the weekend in the apartment not doing anything. The fact that it was a 3 hr. train ride there and 3 hrs. back meant I didn't really have time to see any of the important churches or other buildings that I was "supposed" to have seen. But I enjoyed wandering about the town center and the market and not sitting at home in a bad mood.

--Also I have been having VERY strange dreams lately. I dreamed I was back at Midd and all I could think was "Thank goodness I made it through all that Russian-speaking time." And I was at water polo practice at this pool that was a strange mix of the Midd pool and the Grizzly Pool in Missoula. And Alex Machi was the coach and he kept yelling at me that I was doing everything wrong. Which I was, because I am bad at water polo in real life and in my dream. And then this man approached us and asked if we were the кпрф meeting. As in the Communist Party of the Russian Federation. And we said No. And then I got so confused and interested thinking about that, that I started playing even worse, and Machi just continued to yell at me. And then I woke up.

--Also Susanna's description of the men's shoes here reminded me that I need to say how much I HATE the pointed elf-like shoes that they all wear. They're not realy elf-like. But they are very ugly. And for some reason I can't be entertained by their ridiculousness. Just annoyed. They are atrocious. Okay, end of rant.

--I am leaving for Archangelsk on Wednesday. It is a 20 hr. train ride which never seemed that long until I realized that the plane flights from the U.S. to Europe are approximately 9 hours.

--Can't think of anything else important to report.