I got so excited I almost forgot to take you with me!...Gil. (--adventures in punctuation--)
I have been having really clear dreams the last few days.
Last night we ran off to Jenny's for film-watching adventures. Now I'm at work at it's so quiet and I happen to be the only person working in this entire building today. Which is strange and almost lonely, yet enjoyably so. The morning started out with a series of adventures, but everything has gotten significantly quieter since then. An ambulance? Oh my. But that's how it goes.
My parents leave Wednesday morning to go south (South?) for their own adventures at various Relais & Chateaux...s. French plurals? I haven't any idea. But we'll be abandoned for several days.
And it's January now. Which is insane. New Year's Eve was exciting. Gaps and distortion and general craziness, but in a lovable way. The side of one of my fingers is sore and pained as a result of tying eight million balloons at work prior to going to Ellie's and throwing the top of my head into some item which I can't seem to recall in any way. There seemed to be a collection of individuals who engaged in similar activities that night. Head injuries. Not ballons. You know.
What do we do with all this newness? I can't even imagine where to begin.
Last night we ran off to Jenny's for film-watching adventures. Now I'm at work at it's so quiet and I happen to be the only person working in this entire building today. Which is strange and almost lonely, yet enjoyably so. The morning started out with a series of adventures, but everything has gotten significantly quieter since then. An ambulance? Oh my. But that's how it goes.
My parents leave Wednesday morning to go south (South?) for their own adventures at various Relais & Chateaux...s. French plurals? I haven't any idea. But we'll be abandoned for several days.
And it's January now. Which is insane. New Year's Eve was exciting. Gaps and distortion and general craziness, but in a lovable way. The side of one of my fingers is sore and pained as a result of tying eight million balloons at work prior to going to Ellie's and throwing the top of my head into some item which I can't seem to recall in any way. There seemed to be a collection of individuals who engaged in similar activities that night. Head injuries. Not ballons. You know.
What do we do with all this newness? I can't even imagine where to begin.