I woke up at 2am on Saturday morning and was disappointed to be laying perfectly peacefully in my bed. I had prepared for the earthquake so dedicatedly, and then, nothing.
(I take back what I said about my stuff.)
But, for now, I am alive and well. Well, I am alive. I'd be well if I had some sugar-free kool-aid. I ran out of the package Tera sent me in March.
Oh, and I'd be better if there wasn't a person outside of my apartment practicing their harmonica at 7am on Sunday morning. Which is right now. Which is why I'm even writing this.
So, 'well' is too be determined.
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"Well" I am glad you are "well". Gheez... girl. Isn't traveling the world exciting enough? Miss you girlfriend! Love ya! -T
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