Sunday 19th July – 8 months, 3 days
Because last night was the only time I’ve ever been to a dinner party in Timor and exactly the second night I’ve stayed out until after midnight – OF COURSE today was the day the airconditioning repairdude knocked on my door at 9.30am in order to demand payment (at least that didn’t hurt, it was only $25). OF COURSE. I really should have seen that one coming. WTF is wrong with him? Why wasn’t he at church like a normal Timorese person? AARRGHHHH MY HEAD.
On the bright side – 3 months today until I get on a plane for Darwin! Whee!