My wonderful students drove me to Ponta Grossa again after our 6 p.m. class. They even drove out of their way to take me to the bus station, so I could buy a ticket leaving at 8:10 p.m. 

I got my ticket, but I needed to charge my iPod . I went to a sketchy looking outlet that didn't have a cover, and as soon as I plugged in my adapter, it sent a huge blue electric shock into the device. At first I laughed and thought it was funny, but when I looked at the metal prongs, that shock was so big that it actually took a chunk right out of the metal and blackened the white plastic.

I went to complain to the manager people, but they told me that it must be my fault. I had a strange plug they don't usually see there, so I must've triggered the jolt. Uhhh, no you are wrong, I have used this plug in every other outlet in your crappy bus station, sometimes for many hours, while I wait for your hopelessly off-schedule buses. It was only the first time that I took a chance with this particular outlet, that didn't have a cover on it. Maybe you should put the cover on it, so no one else potentially shocks themselves into oblivion. They didn't understand a word I said, so of course, it's my fault and the plug will stay as it is until someone dies. 

 The bus was only 20 minutes late, a success by Brazilian standards. We drove off into the night and I found a hotel close to the station quickly after I arrived. The owner gave me a cheap rate after I showed him how empty and pathetic my wallet was. 

I spent the rest of the night complaining to Jeremy on Skype. I can't even justify how late I stayed up, while I was sick, blowing my nose into a toilet paper roll I stole from the shared bathroom. I felt like absolute crap in the morning.