VACATION And My New Obsession With All Things Desturbed
Anna
Large House Built By My Family
Town at The Ass Of The World
Cold-When-The-Sun-Shines Country
Vacation
Every time my computer cannot reach a wireless internet service into which I might throw myself, I become more disturbed.
I am, by now, quite frazzled.
And most certainly most disturbed.
Therefore, I thank this moment as one at which I can check my clueless e-mail correspondences.
Thank You, Moment.
Who would have thought that the house of my aged grandmother would offer such salvation, after visiting many a relatives who all seem to think I need to overeat on cookies and cake, but may not touch the nourishing soup (or else inquire about my vegetarian life-style in offended tones).
It has been hard.
I believe it's been but a little more than week since I last turned off my computer after a fulfilling time on the internet - at which point I had just realized that unless I felt the need to read more untrue spoilers about Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows, I really should start to pack - but it feels SO much longer.
Perhaps it was the flight, the time change.
Or perhaps, the guilt over the fact that I have not completed arrangements and tasks I had set.
But now, sweet salvation, I have the internet, once again.
("For a Limited Time, Only!" but all the same, who knows where else I might now be able to connect to the WWW? Such Intrigue!)
I believe I promised to read some people's writings (if not to them, then at least to myself), so over the following time, I shall do so.
Without interruptions from various alcoholic, codependent, and/or depressed relatives.
But that is a dream.
Vacation, when done unwillingly, is so stressful.
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