Mrs. Kang, Jeremy and me on our trip
to Pusan last year: Haeunda Beach.
I'm sorry, if I ever failed you.

Jeremy

This morning, whilst having coffee I was told via Facebook message that Jeremy had died yesterday in Montreal of a heart attack.
He was my co-worker for a year, his office across the hall. We used to play cards together; we drank too much at company dinners together; we even slept together.
I thought I should feel more when I heard. I guess I was in shock. Went to work, taught a class. No one else was there. I listened to a song, thought about him and couldn't stop crying. Then my co-workers came in and I was embarrassed but it was too late. I couldn't stop.
I cleaned up in the bathroom and taught the rest of the day but now I feel drained, even more so because Erin is coming up to Seoul tonight, should be at my apartment very soon and she and Jeremy were best friends.
I don't know if she knows.
I don't want to be the one who tells her.

Vacation

It's midnight and I can't sleep.
It's the end of my whole 3 day vacation. Back to work tomorrow.
Even I can't believe it, but I spent 5 entire days in my apartment, on the internet surfing, watching movies; completely content. I only went outside to the shop when I needed food, wine, beer or cigarettes.
I talked with Anne-Marie and Nadine and that always makes me happy. I tried to call Leah a few times but she wasn't home or no answer.
I don't know why I can't sleep. Very annoying.
I haven't gotten any invites from the French guy since I won't sleep with him, I suppose he figures what's the point in having beers with me and it's okay, not good for me to go to the pub so much anyway.
Nadine says she'll know in February when she can travel.