I am not helping my jetlag in any way. I refuse to do so. Today I woke up at 9am and promptly fell right back to sleep. I did not get up again till around noon. My parents understand this best about me. When enshrouded in complete darkness, I will sleep and sleep till the sun comes out. The shade was left pulled in the room and so I slept through the day. I am kind of like a bear. Hibernation is good. On the up-side, it is nearly 11pm and the stars have yet to come out.
I blame my exhaustion on several things. 1. I basically didn't sleep for 50 hours straight. 2. Time zone change kicks me everytime. 3. And I ran about 5 miles yesterday. AT LEAST. The most I have ever run in my entire life and it was amazing. Once I got past the threshhold of pain and exhaustion, it felt like I could go on for (not ever) a decent amount of time.
Currently, the search for a bike is on. Carl and I are hesitant to buy or rent one when someone in this complex just found a bike and might possibly let us have it after he fixes the flat on his old bike. Sounds a bit sketchy? Well, bikes nearly grow on trees around here. In fact, the guy found it in the woods. Clearly a case of abandonment.
Uppsala is a university city, gorgeous and full of lively young people. Every night in the housing complex - a series of tall apartment buildings - a bunch of students go to the roof promptly at 10pm and scream like hooligans. I was really surprised last night and sorta curious. When it happened again tonight, promptly at 10, I couldn't help but laugh and grin. Who knows, maybe I will join them someday as they scream away their stress.
On a lighter note, I have brought Japan to Sweden! Tonight, I made Japanese curry for Carl. The batch was huge and I think we both ate too much but it was terribly delicous. I made it with pork for the first time, pork being the cheapest meat we could buy. Isn't that strange? In America, the cheapest meat is chicken. Food is expensive here but AMAZING. I could shout that to the world. AMAZING! One of my favorite professors at Wittenberg said that researchers had found that Europeans have more taste buds than Americans - more taste sensitivity. I don't think that is true because I taste food over here and I know it's great. Heavenly. I feel bad for us Americans. We are trained into a comestible passivity where there is no time for flavor in our lives. Which is entirely too sad.
More to come tomorrow!
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You're gonna be getting a visit from Uncle Sam when you get back.
You have a pink suitcase. *pinches cheeks*
I hope he visits me! That would be an enchanted moment.
By the by, it may be pink but that doesn't make me a ninny!
Sleeping until noon is not sleeping "through the day." I got a little sleep deprived recently, and today proceeded to sleep until...drumroll, please...three p.m. With the sun a-shining on me.
...I guess that's not something to brag about. :P
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