last night kelly came over to jed's and informed me that quan, the guy who hooked us up with practically EVERYTHING (visas, bus/ferry tickets, weed, fortune tellers, chit-chat, etc.) while we were in saigon, died in a boating accident.
he drowned in the hull of a small wooden boat that got hit by a giant iron barge.
i barely knew the guy, but he did something very valuable for me, and i don't think i got to thank him quite enough.
i just keep thinking about him struggling to breathe as water fills his lungs. what a horrible way to go.
ironic, too, as yesterday, just hours before she told me, i laid on jed's bed and read
asiaddict all the way through. it made me miss saigon, and it made me yearn for returning.
i feel constantly overbooked, but i can't (re. don't really want to) undo it. there is no end in sight. i think my life's work won't be to learn how to say no but how to comfortably juggle all the different things i've said yes to.
i do realize how stupid that probably sounds.
i feel obsessive. about a few different things. huh.
alexis has been visiting for almost a week. it's been fantastic and nostalgic having her here, but once she leaves i'll be able to relax...
YEAH RIGHT!
p.s.
bikini baristas, wtf?!? "...a huge emphasis on making great espresso." uh-huh, i'm sure.