Last night, I dreamed all my teeth fell out. This is actually a pretty common recurring dream for me and probably has nothing to do with the fact that IN ICELAND IT IS LIGHT FOREVER.
(10 or 11 pm--but it's not for us to ever know the time in Iceland.)
No, really. At first it was kind of fun, like sort of a competition with my expectations. "Wow, it is still light? It is *still* light?" Exciting like those home videos of natural disasters before they get really bad, where everyone's taping the tornado from a moderately-unsafe distance, like "aw yeah, this is so cool and a good idea; I'm gonna put this shit on youtube" before everybody starts screaming and staticdeath.
Yeah--so it is neat and cool-looking for a while, and then, all of the sudden is like ten pm and you've been walking for miles and miles all day without stop because you still can't figure out the whimsical bus system and you haven't eaten since breakfast because a hotdog costs fifteen dollars and you're so tired and it's so damn bright and isn't this day supposed to be ending but the little chemical hamster in your brain that tells you when to turn off is saying "GOGOGO--"
There are two English-speaking channels on the TV here: BBC and some kind of endlessly looping parade of failed crime show spinoffs. It's all like"CSI: New York" or "Law and Order: LA"--stuff nobody really actually watches. Except me. From the hours of 10:30-1am. *quivers*
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