R.I.P. Fujitsu LifeBook

Well, my laptop failed this morning. And not in the sort of confusing "It won't turn on" sort of way, but in more of a decisive "The entire screen has turned into strange geometric patterns and it makes cryptic system beeps" kind of way.

Don Simeon showed up a second time last night and messed with the circuits inside the bomba while it flashed and threw sparks at him. Then, having failed to fix it, he insisted on trying to fix the toilet in the absence of running water as if we could know whether or not it had actually been fixed.

At six last night, I got a phone call from Hilda. She came at seven to get me and take me to a hotel two blocks from Enlace, so at least I got a real shower and shave last night.

It was only a matter of time

Well, since our friends from Virginia left, Enlace Quiche has asked me to fill the vacancies they left behind for English teachers. That's right, now they want me to conduct English classes. I specifically chose this program because it was one of the few where the principal activity WASN'T TEACHING ENGLISH.

In other news, I've begun day three without water.



Don Simeon stood us up yesterday after he told he would come by to look at the bomba. He didn't even give us a phone call. So not only did we not get our plumbing fixed, but we wasted a couple hours in the middle of the day waiting for him in vain.

I want to go home.