My first day of classes, real classes.
And it's much like I thought it would be, except that my shoes hurt a lot. See, I got new shoes and I'm breaking them in still. I've got cuts on my feet, aggravated by the still-stiff shoes.
I'm writing about banal things because I can't write about what's weighing on me, and it's purely political. I'm constantly reminded of "The Gulf War Song" by Moxy Fruvous. I wish they would get back together, come to Mozambique and perform in Portuguese. hehe.
I got that out of my system...but now I'm tapped. Estemos juntos ("we are together", an African goodbye).
Peace
John
