I thought it would be an awesome adventure to apply to a job in Prague as a researcher. I've been here not quite a month, and already it feels like ten years.  I would like to elaborate, but I'm tired right now (then why are you writing a blog?). Every day I come home and feel like I've been punched all over.  Every day there's some logistical nightmare--shipping, banking, internet passwords--compounded by a technology nightmare. I didn't know I was so bad at technology, but I maybe could have guessed I wouldn't be a whiz at it given I didn't learn to read a dial watch until I was 13. I work in academia. I'm supposed to know statistics and calculus, but all I know right now is that the world is a complete mystery. Prague in springtime is a trip: one day it's lovely and sunny, china blue skies and puffy white clouds floating above romantic pastoral scenes. Then the next day is freezing rain and everything and everyone looks hard, like it's made out of concrete. I'm beginning to doubt myself for coming.  Maybe I'm too old to do stuff like this anymore. Then there's a sunny day and birds sing and the forest is full of green buds, I spot a Chateau gleaming among hilly vineyards, and I forget how much I fucking hated it the day before.