Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving! My e-mail won't work. At first this was sort of annoying. Now it is really annoying. Then I thought that maybe it would be fixed soon because it is almost 8 a.m. in Vermont, and Middlebury will not be functional without e-mail. In fact they are probably sending out e-mail messages about how they apologize for the inconvenience that e-mail is not working and it will be fixed soon. But then I realized that it is Thanksgiving and so Ron probably doesn't care that e-mail isn't working. But I am still annoyed. So I don't know how long I will sit here waiting for it to start working.

Other things:
Yesterday I bought a winter coat. It was so much of a less tramatic process than I imagined it was going to be. The buying of the coat was undramatic. However after I bought the coat I was supposed to go over to a friend's house and then go to the theater. And I am pretty sure that the friend would have disapproved of how much money I had spent on the coat (which wasn't that much money for me, but would be a LOT of money for her), plus I didn't really want to have the huge plastic bag with me at the theater. So I solved this problem by stuffing the brand new coat into my shoulder bag/purse thing. This was ridiculous. So then I just had this huge overflowing bag which I tried to calmly carry about and ignore the fact that it was essentially exploding and hope that nobody said anything about it. But it all worked out and the friend didn't ask about it. And then we went to the theatre. And I understood very little of the play, but since it was a comedy it meant that at some points the entire audience of Russians were laughing. This was sort of unsettling. But in a very comforting way. It is good to know that Russians can laugh in large groups. I am aware that Russians can laugh with each other in small company, but it was good when the whole audience was laughing. Also on the marshrutka to the theatre, I both got a lucky ticket and lost one of my mittens. (I have to buy new mittens today before Margarita yells at me). So I guess that I was going to have very bad luck and my lucky ticket minimized the damage to only losing a mitten.

Other items of note: Artic Slaughter is no longer in existence as a band. There is some new band, but I forgot what they are called. Sorry, Kit.

E-mail is still not working. This is annoying. Also Margarita is supposed to be at a birthday party all day meaning whenever I decide to go home, the apartment should be empty, which would be AMAZING. But I am worried that she will be there and I will not get to appreciate my rare moments of being alone. This is strange. I am alone almost all the time. But never actually "alone, alone." Like she is always lurking somewhere about the apartment and sometimes you just need to know that no one else is around. Even if she is gone, she has promised to return exactly at 7 p.m. I am not sure why this is necessary. There is no way I am going to eat dinner tonight. I made this clear to her. That the whole point is to eat a large Thanksgiving meal at like 2 p.m. and then not eat for several hours/days. Except I bet she makes me eat dinner anyways. Ugh.