Ray of Light...
Just when i was contemplating running away intp the jungles and becoming a hermit so nobody could/would ever find me again....I get something. in the mail. It's always super awesome to get things in the mail -- and not only a letter but a whole package. And it was big. And so, after opening it I wandered around the office with this stupid grin on my face because it was like, just when i needed it the most, I get something.
It made my whole week just that much better. It made me feel just that much less lonely.
And so, to Jason, thank you from the bottom of my heart. : D

Grouchy
The only good thing about being/feeling gruochy in a different country is that you generally don't have to deal with the objects of your grump. Of course, the person who you WANT to talk to is ALSO harder to get ahold of...but oh well.
Yes, today I feel supremely irritated at everybody. Well, almost everybody. Three people have somehow managed to escape the whorls of my grump-age.
I went home from work early yesterday, mostly because i felt like i was going to both throw up and explode. So i slept for most of the afternoon, listened to music, read my book (Cold Mountain, which is profoundly good) and bitched about people. Now I still feel a twinge of pain, but have started to take strange South African pills to counteract that. They work very well -- but they also make me tired. This could be an interesting day at work.
but yes, no, I am grouchy and I am pissed off.

In the air I'm tasting your perfection...
I'm fortunately no longer the victim of a long and painful sunburn. I am, instead the victim of an outrageously uneven tan. Though...for those of you who KNOW me...you know that i don't really tan that well. Or, not to the best of my knowledge. Maybe i will...but i don't know. One never DOES know...
I'm killing time, really. I'm downloading MSN (or, trying to) and because I'm on dialup, it's going to take a good hour and a half. I've been sitting here for awhile now, and we're only on nine %. [sighs] this'll be a long haul, won't it? Hopefully dinner will come and distract me, though...
mmm. kebabs.
So, the weather has been intermittantly sunny and rainy-- more rainy than sunny --- but still warm and delightful. I have (since my last entry) learned how to work the television and have been completely enthralled with MTV. Why oh why can we not have MTV in Canada? There is truly no justice.
I finished writing the Westminster Abbey postcards...and hopefully in the next couple of days i'll be able to get some stamps and contimue the great postcard tradition of 2004. Some of them are profound...some are just weird. Weird like this entry --or that photo i sent out to a few of you. you know. with the eyes. heh. : ) That was fun. It's no GOOD to have a digital camera and be in a mood to be craaazy and have nobody to be crazy with.
I almost bit a model lady the other day. I was in a foul mood. : P heh heh heh. Okay, so i didn't. but i DID reply snappishly when she said that modelling gives girls confidence...well, I looked at her and said that that was all fine and good -- but what about when their looks fade, and all they have confidence about IS that? What do you do then? Call the botox people? She just stared at me, then turned away. It's funny, because i forgot that i actually said that. I don't know HOW...
huh.
ooh. 16%.
My moods are roller-coastery right now. Which does, if you've been emailing me, explain the weird emails.
anyhow, I'll write more at a later date.
loooove you all....
(okay, so not all of you. just some.)
ta