I woke up early again even though I was able to stay up until 10 last night. I guess I can continue to go to bed when I am tired since I like being up when it's quiet and cool. I would be out exercising with the seniors, but it's raining.
Last night I watched Laguna Beach 2, which is apparently a reality show about rich, spoiled brats in the OC. Then I got to see Punk'd. It's kind of dumb. I'm glad I don't have cable at home or else my mind would be filled with more trash than it already is.
I also watched some Korean programs. One was apparently about people eating very spicy food. There was a restaurant that was filled with sweaty men eating all sorts of spicy things. There was an audience somewhere, or maybe it was a sound track, that would say things like 'eeeeeeeh?' (e as in bet) when they saw these guys eating this spicy stuff or when they showed how much dried chili the cook put into the food as he was making it. I can't imagine what that stuff does to one's stomach. But after a while I got tired of watching something I could not understand, which brings me to the title of this post.
It is exhausting not understanding.
Yesterday, walking with Sonja, first we went to the stationary store where I got memory cards and two pens. The guy behind the counter in the very hot store said the price. I understood 5, but didn't get the rest. I pulled out a 5 thousand won note and he grunted something encouraging, but seemed to want more. I pulled out a thousand won note and he seemed satisfied. He gave me a few coins for change.
As we were walking looking for an air-conditioned pork restaurant with chairs that served beer, I would look at signs and see a jumble of circles, lines, and squares. I knew they were words and held the secrets of what was served inside, but I only saw circles, lines and squares. Between the heat, my hunger and being unable to read a thing, now I know why I was so exhausted and cranky.
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