I wasn’t feeling well this morning, so I ended up staying home. Whatever was going on with my stomach ended up being nothing and was gone by 12ish, but I say better safe than sorry because I’ve come really close to shitting my pants in class before and that’s a risk I want to avoid taking as much as possible.
I made a bunch of flashcards during the afternoon, but I’m slowly realizing that if I write down every new word, I will be adding words faster than I can learn them. Every day I commit to memory about ten new words and add about thirty to the pile. It’s like the myth of Sisyphus, but instead of a boulder it’s flashcards.
Iftar had the whole anchovies again and eating them was just as uncomfortable as the last time. After that I spent about two hours working with Fan through the homework. It shouldn’t really have taken that long, but I lent someone else my dvd player on Tuesday and since I wasn’t in class to get it back, I had to do the listening exercise on Fan’s computer, and he works much slower than I do.
The news isn’t exactly heartwarming lately, but this week I ran across the funniest story I’ve seen in a long time. The goalkeeper for Tunisia has repeatedly faked an injury at the same point in different games in order to stop the clock so that his teammates can break their fast. This is brilliant. It’s also the most wholesome cheating I’ve ever heard of. Props to that guy.
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