A Thai Thursday

            Why do I insist on not going to bed a reasonable hours in this country? I feel like the majority of my posts have, at least somewhere within each one, I complain about the weather or mention the fact that I didn’t get any sleep the night before. Where do the hours go in this country? It seems one moment I will look at the clock and it will seven o’clock and then next time I look over it’s way it will be proudly stating that it is three in the morning. Oh. I’ll proclaim. I have to be up in five hours. Maybe I should go on a caffeine cleanse. Yeah, no that’s never going to happen. Not because I am addicted but because I enjoy the taste way too much and I also think my professors would find it disrespectful if I started sleeping in their lectures. I mean I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure it would fly over too well with any of them. I could hold a survey to figure which of them minded and which didn’t and then use the ones who don’t mind to catch up on the hours of sleep that I have missed. Fun fact though, people only carry their sleep depravations for something like two weeks before they no longer affect you. The person who explained it to me made it make sense, unlike the way I am writing it. Enough about sleep and the fact that even though it is only three in the afternoon on Friday (the next day) I could go to bed for the night. I am so tempted to just fall asleep but the amount of work that I have to do is just weighing down on me causing me to stay up and plug on even though my eyelids are drooping.

            Enough nonsense about sleep, it really isn’t that important, but it took up the space I would have used to talk about the first half of my day, which was basically nothing. I showered I ate cheese and tomato on bread (what has come to be my staple diet in this country, but don’t feel bad for me, it isn’t as bland as it sounds, I add flavour with balsamic vinegar and enough salt to make the sea envious. My blood pressure must be sky rocketing.), drank coffee, well I say coffee I actually had about six shots of Italian espresso, only the best to keep me energised during the day. After that was all completed I sat down at my desk and stared at my computer screen trying to figure out how to tackle all of the work I had to do. That didn’t really work well, I spent so much timing thinking about all that I had to do and how tired I was that I ended up getting barley anything done for the first two hours of the three that I had planned to work before my dinner plans would start having to be attended to.

By the time hour three had passed I had gotten a little bit done and even though I had gotten a text saying that dinner was going to be pushed back an hour I didn’t continue working. Instead I did something that I never do. I took a nap. For the large amount that I talk about how sleepy I am I never nap. That is probably why I am so tired though, so maybe if I did nap I wouldn’t always be talking about how tired I am. So, I turned off all my lights, opened up my itunes and started playing Andrew Bird’s album at such a low volume that even though I was right next to my laptop I could barely hear it. During my nap at seven o’clock at night had to have been when everyone suddenly decided that I was popular. While I asleep I heard someone screeming my name from the kitchen, one shouting at my from the hallway and two people come into my room who then saw I was asleep and then immediately shut the door and left. Nobody ever seems to want to talk to me that much when I am awake.

            Eight finally rolled around which means I can start going into detail about this dinner I keep mentioning. Earlier in the day my friend text me and said, “Would you like it if I made Thai Green Curry tonight?” to which I responded, “Yes, yes I would.” He had been talking about this Thai Green Curry since the first night I met him, promising to make it sometime soon. So, a good month and a half later we finally had plans for him to make it. Everyone in my flat was ecstatic, and most of us were pitching in something for the meal. Cassie made these grilled tomatoes and I made a cauliflower dish and chocolate chip cookies. All of us together working in our flat kitchen was really nice, hectic, but nice. We were all taking pictures and laughing and goofing off but despite that the meal turned out fantastically. Since we ate all of the chocolate chip cookies while we were cooking we had for desert this toffee pudding which was accidently left in the oven too long so it was burnt pretty badly on the top but the inside was still nice and gooey.

After all that was said and done, everyone’s plates pretty much licked clean, the sink overflowing with pots and pans and dished and cups, our stomachs full and our eyes sleepy, we all just sat in the comfy chairs in the kitchen pretty much quiet for a while before we all went back to our rooms and turned in for the night.

At about one in the morning I realised that I hadn’t packed yet for Liverpool the following morning. So I closed my computer and started sloppily throwing some clothes and things into my brown travel bag before crawling back into bed and then immediately falling straight to sleep. The next day was going to be a long one.