I am very angry at the Kaz-internet right now. I have 6 emails I’ve been trying to send all week. I think I know what the problem is. Only now, I can’t get online. It was the same two nights ago. It keeps saying there is no dial tone. I can hear the f*cking dial tone! I am at the swearing and throwing Jon’s computer out the window point, you see. It will pass.

Wait, I’m connected now. Hooray.

Am I learning patience? Am I? AM I?! Better say yes, damnit!

Sigh.

Classes start tomorrow—I planned an entire semester this afternoon. Well, I made up some units and gave names to each of my 18 weeks of class. I have two classes that meet 4 times a week. It's actually the same class, just two groups. One has 25 students. The other? 12. Only 8 guys in the whole group. I'm going to try to scare thr group of 25 down to a more reasonable # by monday.

We all have to operate under the assumption it’s all being monitored—phone, internet, mail… everything. Still, we have more freedom than some. I am safe. God is moving.

…and it looks like using outlook express has been official shot down for the year. Because I don’t know how to ask questions about my SMTP server or whatever in Russian. I need details from my internet sevice provider.

I sound whiny. Life isn't bad. It's just the last hour of it has been really frustrating.

Unity. Surrender.