Travailing on...
<br />Got my books today.  All six classes and sisty pounds of 'em.  This'll be 
a new exercise.  But if I get the pain back in my back that's a win they say.  
Hey, might help me sleep.  A paycheck might do that too.  Tired of this bed, 
ayuh.  Tired of the stick clacking man but at least I finally positively 
identified him today.  He's selling something.  I may have to learn to read 
Chinese to tell you what.  But may kwaan shi, I'll get there.  Must have half a 
dozen characters down already.  Out of the three-thousand required for basic 
literacy.  Whee!
<br />And finally sank in today I am teaching at a Korean school.  Another wall 
to climb.  O memories of S, first noble truth 'n' all dat.  But Seon is most 
groovy, haven't seen a sign of Chan since I've been here.  Who knows?
<br />Not I, not a thing.  What are the odds I'll go to Poland?  You out there 
J?  Polish friend I met in Ventienne thinks I should.  Visas are easy for a 
Yank in the EU he says.  My mission might be accomplished.
<br />Who was it who told me about Chinese ladies throwing one's change on the 
counter?  Phnom Penh... Moskito bar... damn, I'll tell you when the right 
synapse fires.  Anyway, I saw it today.  Perhaps I was rude first.  But I made 
Amanda run interference.  Was that rude?  Well, now she's not teaching me 
Sunday.  It goes that way.
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