when she was tired, she was very very tired.

and makes lots of mistakes—temporally, spatially, grammatically, interpersonally (and otherwise).

the entire tramvaj system along Bulevar Kralja Aleksandra broke down in the middle of my commute. this meant that i walked, and was 25 minutes late—much to my chagrin, but seemingly to no one else's. instead, i got to go downstairs and play sports with a soundtrack of broadway musical songs translated into german. by the time i left NB to go to language lesson, the tramvaje still were not running; they'd been replaced by very infrequent buses (looking very strange, because they had the tramvaje numbers on them). i had to go change dinars into euros to pay Tijana, and had to go to several places before i found somewhere sketchy enough to assist me without my producing my passport. when i finally was ready to catch the tramvaj-masquerading-as-bus, had to wait for a while (very unusual) and then the bus was absolutely crowded. every stop along the way was somewhat of an ordeal in the form of: people who wanted to get off could not, people who did not want to get off were forced to do so. got my backpack opened somewhere along the line, but it was either a merely inquisitive mission—or aborted by a lurch and the resulting movement of humanity. thus, was late again. dogs *do* eat homeworks, sometimes....