Head for the hills!!!

If you don't hear from Erin or myself in the next few days it's because we escaped in the middle of the night. Erin will be carrying her 2 normal sized suitcases and I will be carrying 2 massive dinosaurs along with several bags full of souvenirs, all our cups/chopsticks/pans/cutting board/monkey mat/Howard and anything else that we bought for the apartment. I will look like a bona fide refugee. Right now as I type this Erin and I want to make sure that we cook whatever we have left in our refrigerator and cupboard. Erin is eating the last bit of rice with sliced carrots. I ate for the millionth time spaghetti and sauce. I also have a few Moon pies as well as a bit of rice left. I guess we will have a smorgasbord the night before we leave so that we will have enough energy to run.

Erin and I eerily woke up in a cold sweat because we had the exact same dream. Lucifer and her minions showed up at the apartment during our weekend. They wanted us to do work during The Weekend. They would bang on our door and ring the doorbell while Erin and I cowered in the balcony of our apartment waiting for them to leave. Then (gasp!) we hear the door being unlocked with a spare key. At this point we wake up shaking and looking around to make sure that that scenario wasn't really happening. We wake up from one nightmare to discover that we live in another one. Sigh.

As of yet the whole running away scenario is a huge possibility. We are waiting it out because as of right now its in the back of our minds. Erin and I have reached a point where we can't deal with all this anymore. I feel as though I haven't exactly failed in Korea but maybe Korea has failed me. Satan, Hitler, and Narky (who isn't important enough to have an important bad guy name) are beyond describable. Their logic defies all reason. They are the stuff that came out of Pandora's Box when it was opened.

Side note: Somebody is cooking something rather smelly in one of the apartments around us. Since I am sitting by the window I can smell the odor wafting into our apartment. Erin just said "Do you smell garlic bread?" Me: "Nope, I smell something funky coming in through that window." Erin: "Noo... I smell garlic bread." (she sniffs the air as she says this) Me: "Nope, I guaran-..." Erin: "IT'S NOT GARLIC BREAD!!! What is it?!"

Me: "I told you".

We are gonna see how this all works out in the next week or so. I will keep you posted. Hasta luego!