I have been too tired to post. Too drained, too lacking in energy, hardly motivated, depressed, uninspired, you name it. And, I have absolutely NO ENERGY.
I am, if you will, the complete opposite of the Old Man in the House of The Spirits, forever riding his horse around, forever getting the “help” pregnant, forever terrorizing anyone that gets in his path.
I am currently in Laos, but let me explain how I got here.
I took a plane from South Korea, where I had been manager of the Yellow Submarine Cafe and Bar. When I say I had been manager, what I mean is it was basically me. I opened the place, closed the place, ordered the food, prepared the food, served the food, did the serving, took the orders. At the end, this woman called Kim Min young came and helped me, but she only had a couple of weeks before the earth moving equipment arrived, and the razing began. By that time I was on a plane to Thailand.
In Thailand, I worked at a university in the hot town of Mahasarakham. It was so hot that we had palm trees (not coconut trees but palm trees) and I expected to see a camel caravan pass by. It was so sandy that the sand was everywhere, turning the water in the bathroom toilet a yellowish color, which, when combined with my yellowish urine, made a bright red color that signaled the end of the earth, or a bleeding kidney, whichever comes first.
I hated Thailand, but my students were pretty cool. They were mostly women, by the way. There were even a couple of guys posing as girls. Those are called “ladyboys.”