Dad Is Making a Ladder But It Is of Poor Quality.

Not many super, fun stories to report. When I was last in Darkhan, the return trip to site took over five hours (a trip which would take a little over an hour driving straight through). There ended being 14 people and a small kitten in a rugged 80's Audi. I was in the front seat with an 80 year old Mongolian man, who was dressed in a deel. He grunted a lot. While in this incredibly awkward position, turning my head to the left was the driver, with a 13 year old child sharing the seat with him, I didn't bat an eye. Not unusual at all. In addition, I noticed something was jammed into my back. It was the female end of the seatbelt. The very thing engineered to save my ass in the event of an incredibly violent automobile crash, was ironically jamming itself into my spine. I smiled as my legs fell asleep and I starred off into the grassy knolls.

I cow splatter-shat on my leg. Later, when I decided it was finally time to use a baby wipe, I thought to myself "Man my legs are getting very tan. I haven't even been outside that much". I wiped the shit off and to my surprise, my tan came off with it; it was thick layer of dirt that was protecting my leg. I suppose that's what you get for not touching water for three weeks.

Fissures of boredom crack through life at site. Though I am at school most of the day, I find time to help the family with various chores which leaves plenty of time left to read and play guitar. And when that's all said and done, the void of boredom sits next to me with an arm around my shoulder. Yesterday 5 students came to my house and helped move my giant pile of warmth for the winter (i.e. massive tree trucks). I ended up with around a hundred splinters in my hands, no joke. My med-kit tweezers and I were very intimate for an hour. During the day, I'm continuously dive bombed by the hundreds of flies co-inhabiting my ger. I've managed to make it into a fun game called "Kill The Flies". The title is self sufficient enough for an explanation. At night I'm attacked by monster daddy long leg spiders, mini-spiders, moths and beetles. There is also a small family of mice that decided to sublease from me.

I've been reading "Cadillac Desert". It's roughly about the American West's love affair with water and its mistress, the flood. It is fantastic glimpse into the American government's halls of corruption and synthetic word spinners. Man, I knew it was bad, but shesh. I am sure God's cheeks are a nice crimson.