No rest for the weary...

Well, the oomph has sort of gone out of the whole group. We're all making an effort, but it's hard to deny that we're dragging ourselves to class and barely hanging on long enough for the afternoon activities... if we are, that is.

I'm trying really hard, but I'm still sick, and I'm tired, and sometimes I think the program is just screwing with us. For instance, they've given us THREE HOURS of mass media class on Thursday. I don't want to go. I don't feel safe around the guy, I feel freaked out and uncomfortable, and he only actually -teaches- us for about half the class. The rest of the time we talk about prostitutes, details of our personal lives, plastic surgery and who doesn't need breast enhancements... yeah. Once he asked me what position I sleep in. The classroom is small and hot, and I sit in the front row. Fun times.

However, it is our last mass media class.

However, only one other person is going to go.

Until I found out that no one else was going, I felt pretty good about skipping. However, now that only Chad, who the teacher adores and who gets along with the teacher great, is going, I'm not sure whether to show up and get a full half of his attention for THREE HOURS or just to chicken out. I'm pretty sure I'm chickening.

Chad seems fine with the idea of three hours of talking to the teacher. I think I'll let him have it.

Lessee, on the rest of Russia front... not much happening. I have finally stopped waking up at the crack of dawn, which is about 4 AM at the moment, but more like 3 really. However, I am still unnerved by the midnight choruses of stray dogs. Once in a while, there's a woof or a yap, but sometimes that's followed by another, and another, until there are what sounds like a hundred dogs, of all different sizes, wailing and baying somewhere in the distance.

You pass the dogs in the day, and they pretty much ignore you. They come in all the strange shades of a mutt rainbow- beagleish and shepherdish and terrierish. There'll be a whole pack asleep in a square, or one or two snoozing in a garden. They're not usually awake, except maybe the odd one or two. God only knows what they do in the night. Whatever it is, it sounds like the devil is going hunting.

Well, I'll try and get back here with some crazy stories tomorrow.

That is, if I'm not in the hospital from having washed my hair this morning.