With my sister and mother dolled up in the manner of Paris Hilton, the three of us are tilling a plot of land for farming, by hand. The two ladies had been working on the project for some time before I joined them, and expressed nothing but indifference to the occasional turkey - three, four times the size of a normal turkey - hidden under the soil ( Read more... )

Not much remembered, except that I was having an enjoyable, platonic time with a girl named Aya.

Why do I feel that I owe someone an apology for this nocturnal revery?