no clocks

I think I’ve made a little too much progress, too fast.  I’ve only been here a week, and I’ve nearly figured out the immigration process.  With some help from the people at the immigration office, which I have visited twice to ask questions. 

I don’t quite understand my situation.  I’ve slept a lot.  I hardly do anything but I’m moving too fast.  I’m a little shaky.  Today at immigration a facilitator overheard my conversation with the government worker, and he tried to offer me his services.  Facilitators are consultants who help you with the immigration process, for a fee.  He wasn’t pushy, and when I said no, he said he understood that position.  But it was a bit much, regardless.  It added a little to my mental overhead to have to say no to him and turn my attention back to the government worker behind the counter.

Anyhow, I’ve only been here a week.  I could try to go a whole day without accomplishing anything, but I’m not sure that would feel good.

I’m doing fine, there are no real problems.  That’s a little disorienting.  I ran out of muffins.  I should probably go get some more fish tacos with the spicy sauce.  But I was just there yesterday.  I don’t want them to think I’m going to buy fish tacos every day.  What if I go today and then don’t go tomorrow.  They might worry about me.  Two is a pattern.  I better lie down for a few minutes then go get some fish tacos.

I heard The Doors last night.  Live.  I’m not kidding.  Just three of them.  John Densmore, Ray Manzarek and Jim Morrison, in that order.  They have a polka band.  I’m not kidding.  They were playing about 20 meters from here.  It was them.  I will have to tell you about it soon.  It was incredible.  I was sober.  Otherwise I wouldn’t trust my recollection.