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I had a great day. Too bad it ended at home.

Last night my fridge door fell off and with it fell the last thread of hope for making my place work.

I woke up with the idea that I wasnt going to let this get me down. "Choice theory". And as I chose to have a lovely morning, and take Oscar for an extra long walk, I began to feel fine.

Then I walked to VT University and found the British Council bookstore. The walk was amazing and Oscar and I are going back there this weekend with my camera. Just beautiful!

I had great success there finding the books I needed for drama in esl, games, communicative teaching, and error correction (all fascinating subjects, I know) and then cabbed it to school just in time to go for lunch. My co-workers are great, and we went for a soup and salad lunch. Tarator is a yogurt based soup with cucumbers, dill, and nuts. A cold and lovely summer delight. And a greek salad to follow. How good could it get?

I spent the afternoon in my first lesson for my Masters course, and then planned my lesson for my advanced class. For some strange reason I developed a headache late in the afternoon.

I walked home after five and had a full on headache by the time I got home. All I wanted was to walk Oscar and then have a quiet evening. Well not to be! My landlord decided tonight was the night he was going to take care of the mould issue in the bedroom, and so the entire family was in my place doing work. Too much for me to handle!

Plus, they tied up their Alsatian to the new "doghouse" and he was barking constantly!!! It was as if I had no refuge, and I started to get very irritated- trapped in fact. Just then the landlady brought me a bowl of soup and headache meds and I realized that they are good people. And all that frustration I was feeling washed away. I ate the soup in the back yard, with the constant barking going on, and I had a pill and was fine in a few minutes.

Life is funny sometimes isnt it?

I am tired. I have been chatting online to 2 of my favorite men in the world for the last hour, and I need to go home to my other favorite man, Oscar.

Tomorrow's installment; Korean and Bulgarian differences. #1 Korea smelles like Kimchi, Bulgaria smells like mustiness.