Chisinau and again

Either I'm sick or the weather is. Now, this probably isn't the best way to begin a blog, no doubt the premiere feature, but I feel like complaining about a few things and then I realize that I am in Eastern Europe where entropy has more seats in Parliament than the ruling party (all hues of Communist red) and the Second Law of Thermodynamics and Murphy's Law are the only laws of the land. And my friend, Chris, once wrote to me in an email - at the time, I was stationed at Fort Hood, which is in the middle of nowhere Texas and whose only saving grace is that it is an hour away from Austin - that he wished his life sucked like mine so he could be funny, too. The funny part is debatable but what is not is that the more decrepit the environs into which I place myself, usually at all the wrong hours by walking off the train, provide some of the best stories I could think up. Have fun with the following posts and leave me comments. I tell myself I want to go to law school but that's only because nothing better has come along and certainly National Geographic isn't beating down my hostel/hotel door with bundles of back issues begging me to come shoot a roll of Hasseblad 6x6 for them. AP is not expletive-friendly. If all else fails, Eastern Europe, along with my military training, will help prepare me for the brutal battlefield of first-year law school.