A nice gal that works in the office here named Elaine (a Brazilian-Korean, of all things) took Gustaf and I out shopping for our new apartment. We had to get sheets for our beds and chairs and all that crap. Elaine put up with our antics for several hours as we had several elongated debates on the merits of real silverware versus plasticware. When it is two guys living together, plastic everything becomes very compelling.

Our apartment is totally lame and we are moving ASAP. We had a friend that had this apartment, so we are crashing here until we can find a better place. It is about 90 degrees here and there is no AC in this apartment. It’s completely insane. The only way I can sleep at night is to lay a cold wet towel over my body until I fall asleep.