Hello

Remember me? I'm the guy that started a blog and then never updated it.

I have big news for today. Well, for me at least. I'm finally moving out of my tiny crappy apartment into an apartment that has (get this) more than one room!!! I'm very excited. My months of planning, getting shot down and waiting to strike have finally paid off, and I now have an apartment on the 20th floor with a view of downtown Jungang. I have my own washing machine, so the crusty Russians won't be able to steal my favorite shirts from the laundry any more. I will soon have my own oven, and thus be able to cook all of the stuff I've wanted to for the last three years but couldn't. Oh, yeah, bring on the quiche, pie and lasagna!

Random not in any way connected question; What should you do when a horny drunk girl walks into your house at 4am, one hour before you have to get up, and two hours after you fell asleep and jumps on top of you? I personally don't get nearly enough sleep, so I push her off and go back to sleep. However, it seems wrong. There should be a better answer to that question. Any advice would be appreciated.

Random not in any way connected info; I have recently become addicted to grapefruit. This serves me in several ways. First, I have a tasty snack, which makes everybody happy. Second, it's good for me, unlike everything else I do. Finally, but most important, they're sour, so when I take them to school, and my kids say "oh, oh, oh, oh, teacher, teacher, teacher, gimme, gimme, gimme..." I give them a piece, they make a face and run away crying because they expected an orange. Then, the next time I eat one, they no longer bug me for any. I can therefore eat my own food in peace without having to give most of it away to kids who have probably eaten three times in the last twenty minutes, when I haven't had a break to eat all day.