welp it's been a rough couple of days.
we're supposed to have sundays off. but yesterday i decided that since my apartment is a twenty-second walk to the narrow wooden door set in a stone fortress wall that lets me into the museum basement where i do my lab work, and since i'm a workaholic and since i really want to get some of this work knocked out, that i'd go ahead and put in a full day sunday. but sundays are dead slow and i couldn't find any place open for lunch, and after fifteen minutes of walking around the plaza de armas and up a couple main streets i finally saw a place. it was empty. i walked in, and was spotted by a server, who, incredibly expressively and over-reactively, tried to moonwalk to the front of the restaurant and went "BIIIIIIIIENVENIIIIIIIIDOOOOOSSSSSS! hahahahaha!" and led me to my seat. at first i thought he was drunk, and then i saw the cooks and other servers in the back slumped over tables surrounded by dozens of plastic cups with pisco and beer and rum and lime wedges floating in the remains, and i realized the entire staff just decided to get wasted since there was nobody there and almost certainly nobody expected to come in.
anyway i decided to stay and eat, so i ordered the pollo especial, which seemed like a good idea. the chicken was good. but it came with a little salad, which was basically shredded lettuce and some tomato slices in a sauce, and against better judgement i ate it. most likely they didn't wash it. five hours later my stomach was in excruciating knots and i spent the night shitting my bowels out over the toilet, freezing fuging cold because the landlady didn't give me a blanket with my furnished room, wide awake, hallucinating weird poo about how to change the world into a better place (i had some good ideas actually) and finally caught a few hours of fitful slumber around 5am. i was back at the museum by 9am, where i was promptly annoyed (on top of feeling like dog poo) by this peruvian guy who kept trying to hang around under the pretense of learning english, but really probably just wanted to hit on the other archaeologist that came with me because she's hot and has big boobies. not probably, definitely. my professor let him come in because he was a self-professed computer technician and her laptop's having issues, but he bugged us all the entire day, trying to help, and then asking the girl if she had a boyfriend, and for her phone number, or at least her email, and basically being a complete creeper.
so it was an insufferable day and i'm glad i'm back at the apartment. i have my blanket now and i bought some cippro over the counter for 35 soles ($13 USD) and i'm feeling a lot better. now i just need to figure out how to get this goddamn shower to give me hot water because right now it's arctic.
with all this noise out of the way i should have some legit pics and info of the work i'm doing up soon... it's pretty cool.