DeconGESTing

Okay, so it's a bit inevitable, I'm accepting the fact that I will be waking up at what seems to be terribly early hours, but really, these are MY hours. I'm an early bird. I just forgot about the whole thing. I surrendered to the graduate student controlled-by-stress life, sleeping whenever I felt was most opportune. But alas, I take back what is mine - such a materialist - while in my new home by starting sleep at the lastest 9pm and awake at my own around 15 past 5am! Earlybird specials should be given to those who live the life ya know?

I'm off to the bank this morning. I'm excited because I'm heading to the tour company that's providing an apartment at $50/night. What am I? On Vacation? I think not, but it'll be a spot for me to freely live (lack of imposition on others)! Music, food, and showering without freaking out about the floor touching my toes. Nothing against these lovely hostel floors, it's just a thing for me. Unfortunately, the shower shoes, KEEN-almighties, vanished with two pairs of heeled ladies at some mysterious point between LA and Yerevan. Those bathing shoes had seen Costa Rican forests and Kazakhstani steppe. You will be missed.
Also, the spending will allow me relaxation of sorts while I go explore other options for living and a visit to a museum or two (Armenian Genocide and well, I want to walk to by the circus that has its own etched place on the map).

On the subject of "options for living," I need to thank the guts out of Gevorg.

The mornings are nice. I remember this. They're for the few. Bez the Rat Race...just for a minute, at least. It's a different type of living from that which requires the pushing of the body for one or two hours more. A pleading of sorts.
Descriptions provided by many (Always, forgive the unread)present it has a rebellion against the tyrannical body's want for rest. Similaryly, the body rebels against the pull of sleep with stomach's want for fruehstueck. But, when rested friends, this is when temples accept the start of something new, embraces it - runs to meet it with active eyelids.

There's a cute Russian speaking couple here. I refused (politely) breakfast. I just don't feel like getting into the habit of bread and cheese. The jam's great, but then it's just sugar. Hmmm, a Mexikanka getting diabetes outside the 3rd LARGEst city in the U.S., unnecessary. Me and Cheese...

Just realized I was over decongesting myself with Sudafed. What relief.