So it's starting to warm up here. Which means only bad at the moment. Instead of snow, the sky slushes. Yep, there's a 100 percent chance of slush today. It's gross. I love snow. This is just a mess. I'm actually hoping it cools a bit. I shouldn't have said that out loud.
I'm sick. The fever has given me no extra creativity or motivation to impart on you anything of my life. While I did start work on an experimental novel (experimental in that I don't write novels), I accidentally deleted it in a fever.
So here are some pictures from the past few weeks. Maybe they'll entertain you on some level. I'm going to get some whiskey.
Yeah, this is safe. All the sidewalks are like this.
Need this hat.
Holy crap it was sunny one day. This is where I attend Ruskie classes. I learn things like walking in stilettos on 3 inches of ice and snow and wearing scarves on my head. Thankfully I already love ABBA, so I klepped (sp?) out of that class.
Nevsky at Night.
See I imagine this babushka was like, "The chair Must go in that corner!" And they responded, "But it's a hallway!, Where will it fit?" And she glowered and repeated "The chair MUST go in that corner"
Money, Money, Money, must be funny.
Found this down an alley.
Lenin statue near Chernobyl.
My apartment building.
Back stage at a Russian concert. Tea and sandwiches. Really? Don't rock too hard boys...
I thought Jesus threw out the money changers....
Train ticket office. I of course noticed the big "NO PHOTOS" sign on the way out.
This truck says: Coffee Machine Service. Does this explain at all a little about the quality of coffee in some places here?
From the bus.
From the bus.
Listen, you use potato chips to mask the flavor of fish eggs if you are forced to eat them. You don't make potato chips that are actually flavored with fish eggs!
Ladies on a bus.
Yep, It's time for bed. And it's only 10am.