An entry in which the author has recovered
I have survived the repeated waves of marauding virii which decide to rape my body, and can now continue on with my life.
I've assembled a vague attempt at an intinerary, which I here post for safekeeping and comments. I feel that if my travelling is publicised I will feel less inclined to modify it.
Semi-Official Schedule of Wandering, starting April 6th
- Thursday, April 7th: Fly by way of Southwest to San Jose, lug backpack to Palo Alto, break neck falling off Mike's loft, meet up with Andres, eat lunch with Cata, etc...(maybe see other West Coast friends?)
- Monday and/or Tuesday, April 11/12th...fly back.
- Friday, May 6th: Having survived finals, fly to wherever the hell my mother will be, spend a month with her.
- Monday, June 10+something'th (tentative): Fly to Uruguay (hopefully on mother's wallet...), spend month?
(Insert week-like period in Buenos Aires somewhere in here.) - Fly back north to spend more time with mom (as will probably be required)
- July: Return to American wasteland, specifically NYC, to spend two months slaving over The Hydrogen Expedition
- September: Start school once more. Status quo. Live in a real apartment.
- January: Hopefully the damned boat will exist and I can begin my year-off and fly around this small world of ours.
So that's it. For all of you who have been asking when I will see you, this answers all of your questions. I am dilligence incarnate.