I spent most of yesterday trying to get myself out of the house and down to the Metro station to do errands like buying laundry soap so that I can have some clean clothes and food for lunch next week, and going into town to do things like check my email and post inane ramblings to my blog. The only really exciting thing that happened yesterday (other than dropping food on myself) was looking for a place to buy knitting supplies and then having it not exist. That was it.

Today, Lena and I were supposed to go see the Filonov exhibit at the Russian Museum, but it was closed. Again. So instead, I met her way to the south and we went to the airport together so that she could check on tickets to Amsterdam. This was really boring. I was already fried by the time we were supposed to meet at the museum, and I was really not feeling the having to stand in line to go through security to sit in one of the plastic chairs for a half hour while Lena argued with the ticket agent.

But then we went to McDonalds. Which was an experience. Pretty much the only thing that was the same about it, other than the fries, was the experience of feeling stuffed and disgusted and greasy. There's a feeling in your stomach that only McDonalds can give you, and it's not exactly a pleasant one. I was dying for a diet coke, but I forgot that they don't serve any drinks with ice here, because you can't drink the water. Well, you can drink the water, but you'll get sick like whoa. So all in all, it was not a very satisfying day.