My legs are coated with mud, from the run Ryan, Sho and I went on through the steep, hugely steep, hills surrounding the Prague Castle. I thought I was going to die. It was dark, it rained today so trails were slick, and the hills were far more steep than they are in Kalamazoo.

Earlier I watched the documentary Fighter, which was heart-wrenching, besides the fact that the girl in front of me was snoring (insensitive!) Went to Czech class, went to a reading. Robin Hemley, my professor, is fantastic. I was so impressed when he read from his upcoming novel. When I'm back in the states I plan to buy his first memoir, about his schizophrenic sister.

We had a thunderstorm today, loud and pounding against the sides of the building. It was close and comforting. I had been waiting for rain here. 

Shomit let me read some of his poetry while we were sitting at the bar of the Ypsilon Theatre, waiting for the readings. He's 29, a poet whose heritage is in Bangladesh, raised in Arizona, curly mohawk, gorgeous. Last night we met Richard the Australian, who just graduated with a BFA in photography. I love talking with people that are older than me. I can soak in so much more. I feel like Dasha when she talks about Chicago.

I have work to do and a shower to take. Tomorrow is class and watching the sunset at a beer garden I've never been to.