It is what it is
Well. I wanted to update to let you all know I am in fact still alive. Despite my recent and persistent fear that my candle will be snuffed, that I'll kick the bucket, pass away, enter the big sleep, bite the dust, feed the fish, cash in my chips, pay the piper, meet my maker, become oxygen challenged, push up some daisies, go toes up, expire in a sudden and terrible car crash, or be shot in the stomach in downtown Savannah sometime soon. Boy oh boy there are a lot of euphemisms out there. I particularly like "baste the formaldehyde turkey" and "sun my moccasins".
Since my last update I've finished exams and hecticked* my way through Christmas and New Year's. And now I have lots of cool camping gear and and am feeling freaked out and completely unprepared for Botswana. This morning while I was trying to read a book about conservation in Africa I kept phasing out and having weird daymares about waking up in my tent in the middle of the desert covered by black mambas or green mambas or scorpions or REALLY BIG BUGS. So it goes.
*It's a word NOW, so deal.
Since my last update I've finished exams and hecticked* my way through Christmas and New Year's. And now I have lots of cool camping gear and and am feeling freaked out and completely unprepared for Botswana. This morning while I was trying to read a book about conservation in Africa I kept phasing out and having weird daymares about waking up in my tent in the middle of the desert covered by black mambas or green mambas or scorpions or REALLY BIG BUGS. So it goes.
*It's a word NOW, so deal.