Footnote thingy

Ok... I am now super mad at the computer as it just deleted this post. And it was a good one. Now I have to try to write it again and be just as funny and clever. Sigh.

Ok here it goes...

As I was saying, I feel it is time for me to explain my process of writting blog posts. I start by selecting the photos I wish to talk about. Once I choose them I hit "upload images" and wait for the computer to load the pictures. And wait. And wait. There is nothing really to see in the computer room... just five boring gray tables, a few chairs and two computers. Very old computers in Italian with wacked out keyboards. The windows are too high up the wall to relieve my boredom as I sit here watching the upload animation not move. Anyway it's night out. I have a half drunk "Fanta" can sitting on the table next to me. Fanta is an orange pop, very common over here. It usually only comes in one flavor, athough you do occasionally find it in different colors in supermarkets. You can't get anything, but orange in the restruants (and it comes in tiny amounts. I often lament the fact that I could buy two liters of the stuff at the nearest Ipercoop for the same price). I purchased this particular Fanta from the vending machine in the room next door. I also bought a "bueno" bar. The wrapper says "bueno white" which apparently distinguishes it from other, less colorful "bueno" bars. It is super good though. Like an "Angel Baby" on steroids. I am a little ashaimed of the fact that it is a "kinder" bar, but not ashaimed enough to not eat it. There is actually a real name for "Angel Babies" I just don't know what it is. "Angel Babies" are a wafer candy that can be purchased in huge bricks at any gas station and I have become thouroughly addicted to them over the course of our trip. The images are still trying to upload. I decided to go back to my room for a book, but I don't feel like packing everything up so I sprint instead. Out past the vending machines, past the front desk where I have to turn in the key to my room every time I go out. Through the hall, up ten flights of stairs, through another hall and to my room. 457. I unlock the door, grab my Grisham and notice that the milk bottle in my bathroom sink is dry. I fill the sink back up then out the door, down the hall, down the ten flights of stairs, down the other hall, back through the lobby, past the vending machines and back to the computer room. Nobody has stolen my camera, or my half drunk pop, or my watch, or my half eaten "bueno white." The computer is still loading. I read two chapters. I check to see if the computer is locked up. I read two more chapters. Finally the images are loaded. I quickly write something plithy and post the whole thing to my blog.

Or in some cases, crash and repeat.