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Dec 29, 2008 22:34

I suppose I ought to update this more. Sorry.

Two weeks ago I went to Tonsai Beach, Thailand. The route (plane to Phuket, cab, bus, cab, boat) there was deliciously inconvenient and therefore kept the bulk of people away. (Did I mention I hate people, in general and all the time? I hate them when I have to work with them. I hate them when I have to interview them. I hate them in large, slow-moving crowds. In fact, I generally exist in a blissful little haze of misanthropy.) Anyway, Thailand was terrific - time with irimi_addict, lots of climbing, lots of lounging on the beach reading, good food, great people, cheap beer, lots of mosquitoes, lots of fun.

I'm reading Lonesome Dove, after J found it absolutely unputdownable while we were in Thailand. ("Look," I'd say as we were sitting on the beach, "babies." "Yes, dear," he'd mumble without looking up. "Dinner soon?" "Just one more chapter." Rinse and repeat.) So yeah, I'm reading Lonesome Dove...where did my entire evening just go? how am I at page 257?

In order to finance future travel I'm resolving to go the next 12 months without buying any new clothes (and a separate resolution not to buy any fancy coffee on workdays...but we'll take that resolution one workday at a time). Folks: is this possible?

The itch to go - outside, anywhere, away - is terminal. I want to go on a walk, a hike, a long run, somewhere I have never travelled... restless. Away. Go. Go away. Away we go.
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