Signs of Life
I tried sending smoke signals, but no one seems to respond, plus it just reminds me of cigarettes.
Anyway I tried calling a few of you 2am-ish here, and didn't remember the hour difference 'till later. *blush* sorry. I had decided to make a comfortable setting for my impulsive need to call friends, and set up some on my wee little balcony, loooking out on wet, hazy, polluted Kansas City. Lit up incense(a luxury, as my roomates are allergic to it), and two candles whose names were peace, Venice and Paris...none of which really smelled like what they are. (I mean, I think, 'cause there's no way Paris smells that good. I wonder...if Mr. Yankee Candle made a scent of me....). I curled up in my comforter and sipped on Winter Earl Grey tea from Amy. Coincidentally I only got ahold of Amy 'cause I woke her up, she was a bit fussy, but then a kind of happy-sad with tears n such. It was okay in the end though, we got to hear each other's voices.
I've sent a schlew of postcards, and a few letters. Got a package/letter from Marcela last Thursday, made everything happy and surreal. Also hilarious.
Hmmm...
I'm drinking Russian tea...that's a good thing....uh, my pants are bright red...this is also a good thing....I'm getting tan...I dunno if that's a good thing but it's definitely a weird thing. Me? Look HEALTHY?!
23 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And ya better be around...