day II - electric boogaloo as it stands, it is going to be a long month here.

i judge a country by their restrooms. i have become a xenophobe and that
sucks.

it's not all bad. don't get me wrong. i've found a starbucks with a
t-mobile wireless hotspot. it's not all bad. it's closed now, and i felt
like being alone, so i'm at an internet cafe around the corner from the
flat.

claire, the person whose apartment we're renting, is insanely sweet and
helpful. i'm not that nice to people i *know* who visit me from out of
town and she's just wonderful and gracious.

it's also nice that it gets dark here really, really late. that's good
for me. if it were winter, i'd be dead by now.

i'm looking forward to performing.

we saw the "theater" today. it's in this courtyard of an old, old
building. (it's europe, everything's old!) it's a prefab trailer with
about 50-75 seats. comfy seats and a perfect area for our little show. it
is so small and initmate that it's going to be great, great, great. as
long as it's not hot in there.

the square where our theater is located is a sort of hub where there are
a bunch of other theaters. claire said that it is packed during the
festival and that's good for us because we can "flyer" everyone there and
get them to come to our little shoe.

we walked through an enormous park today, which is across from our
apartment (my room looks out over the park) and found a store wot sells
adapters for u.s. stuff. we're using three computers in the show so i
bought four.

the ipod plug is all nuts because it's a "cool design" and i had to tape
it to the fucking adapter. fucking apple.

so i have all my music and crap and i'm reading "saying yes" by jacob
sullum which is making me want to experiment with drugs. maybe the book
is a gateway drug. ideas are gateway drugs? hmm...

it's hot here. actually hot. and i hope it stays that way.

i can't believe how much i miss my wife. i keep thinking that i've left
something at home and it's my wife. man, i miss her. man oh man. i get
teary writing that and the people at this internet cafe don't need to see
my crying.
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