Someone outside the window -- the window and everything directly outside of it is really the main character of this blog, isn't it. I should give it its own username and password and let it get its own -- is singing "I am extra-Latin! I am extra-Latin!" at maximum possible volume. Thinking these lyrics were somewhat improbable, I stared at him for a while, but no. I can see his lips move. Definitely "I am extra-Latin." Extra-Latin! Yay?
This dovetails nicely with a dream I had last night... in the dream, I was watching a movie in a theater. All the dialogue was in Russian, but I could understand it up until some unidentified person next to me pointed out it was in Russian, and then I couldn't understand it any more. And then I left and went outside, only to discover I was in a big screening room on an airplane, which also had an outdoor courtyard you could fall through to get to the ground. Extra-Russian?
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