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Day 206 Last night it rained like crazy for the better part of the night. Thunder and a little lightning too. I was grading papers and averaging grades for upcoming reexport cards. Around midnight I looked out the window to see how hard it was raining. I watched in amazement as cars, tuktuks, and motos dodged each other in the flooded street. The water was over the sidewalk on the east side of Sisowath. There didn't seem to be any water on the sidewalk on my ...
... in smelly black liquid that didn't want to
wash off but then so where the walls, floor, dog, pretty much
everything. If there was any more oil coming out then America would
have invaded my house.
Saiem and I laughed about
it while we mopped up and finished the job. In the end I couldn't
split the forks, the seals were very old and very rotten and just
wouldn't let go. They'd need splitting by someone with either
superior skill or a ...
... and ensure your death.
What's strange is the lack
of emotional resonance, nobody seems to care about their past. It's
destroyed their gene pool and the majority of what's left are either
simple farm people without education and an IQ that puts them into
the class of a western 12 year old and the next generation, raised by
a disorganised military.
There's no shame in their
appalling inhuman past, no explanation, no regret, no empathy. On the
... fit and began a routine of
self-punishment that borders on the wrong side of brutal. Without
realising it, I tore all the ligaments in my right shoulder with some
high impact exercises. Drinking the local coffee made the problem ten
times worse so I had laid off for some time. My shoulder was far
better after a change of routine to let it heal. I risked a little
Oh my god! It's hard to
describe to a person who doesn't like coffee just how good ...
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