May 08, 2005 01:04
So last night I talked to Jon Duff...it's been awhile since I've heard his voice. I spent the day with Javier yesterday, and I told him that I thought I could live in Panamá forever, without ever seeing any of my friends or family again. But then I came here, to the internet café, and I saw I had an email from Jon, and after reading it, I realized that that wasn't true...I couldn't live without Jon.
It's final...Javier and I both sat down and talked difinitively about what we're going to do when July 13th rolls around, when I have to leave. It's a subject we've both sort of avoided...But it keeps creeping closer. It's something we can't run from anymore. I asked him what we were going to do...and if we were going to break up when I had to leave...and I was happy when he looked surprised and kind of hurt and told me no! Then he told me that whenever someone asks where his girlfriend is...he's going to say that she's in Wisconsin. And then he told me we're going to get married...seriously.
And on another note, I'm pretty sure I have a bladder infection. This has been going on for awhile now...but I'm sort of reluctant to go to the doctor...having some strange fat smelly dude poking his fingers up there were he has no business going...Nuh uh. Plus, they mainly use sulfa to treat bladder infections, the only thing I happen to be allergic to.
And that's that folks...I'm off to pee for the thousandth time today...and then do some more laundry, though my fingernails are already all white from doing the laundry by hand. Chao!
Whitney