Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Tuesday's child.

So it's Tuesday. I have a headache. And writer's block. It's four p.m and although I can't wait to leave, I don't want to go home. I don't want to write about traditional gongs and sea turtles anymore. I'm tempted to crawl into bed, have a good cry, think about him and go shopping. Weird combination, I know.

We chatted today. And it made me so happy. He's homesick. And I miss his funny faces.

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