Final Four Flop

Yes, I'm still alive. I had the misfortune of being able to see all three games over the weekend. They didn't look any better down here. It was a very small gathering of all of the normal Americans in town.

In other news, my teacher has come to the realization that I am linguistically retarded and has slowed down a bit. The espanol is still far from easy, but at least on the days that I don't study, I don't fall as far behind.

The student housing is clearing out. The Limeys left, and the fruitcake with the retreat center, Johnny Appleseed, and one of the Swedes have moved in with families, leaving me with a Swede and a kraut. I had thought that this might normalize things. Then the Swede ruined it last night by talking about all sorts of perverted practices that are legal in Sweden and the two talked about their experiences with ODing on tobacco. I think someone else is moving in tomorrow, and I'm afraid to find out what's wrong with them.

Anyone normal people want to join me for a bit?