I might just not leave, after all

Today I woke up in a room that was roughly around the temperature of an icecube. Hello, Russian winter.

Moscow has turned out to be my favorite place in the world. I find that while the language barrier is an issue, a helpless smile, sad eyes and my calculator/translator do help quite a bit. Nothing really makes sense here, but I find that the nonsensicalness suits me well, as I have never really believed in common sense anyway. What does not suit me well is my unability to wake up before noon. Today was the first day in weeks that I pulled myself out of bed before 10.
The other day, when my Kiki and I had given up on The Vanishing Professor ever gracing us with his presence, we decided to take the bus back to the university. Alas, we saw the bus pulling away just as we reached the stop. Our bad timing was rewarded two seconds later as we watched that same bus hit an expensive looking car. While the elements were dismal, to better increase our chances of pnemonia, we stayed outside to watch the unfurling comedy for the next half an hour...which consisted of watching the portly, angry owner of the car screaming at the hapless bus driver, who was sporting pink knee socks and purple flip flops. Soon they were surrounded by the babushkas which had formerly been on the bus, all yelling their opinions of the situation. Kiki and i stood removed, silently and not so silently laughing at the absurdity of the situation. As we finally boarded the bus, the angry owner of the car, who had moments before looked like slightly less green and much more version of the Hulk, smiled and winked at us. He then turned back into his frightening self.