[LEMONS] 4.10.2003
Home. Sweet. Home.
Hi.We're back. Home again, home again, jiggity jigg. Or something. We spent the last few weeks in Asia along the Andaman Coast, in Malaysia and Thailand. The last two on the greatest island in all of Thailand. On the plane ride home, everyone was in masks. Not us, for better or worse. It seemed like a silly thing to worry about. Although worry I did everytime someone coughed.
But now I'm back, the jet lag has finally worn off, and I can't get used to the frenzy of the phone. Appointments. Numbers. Confirmations. I need a job and a place to live and a current copy of my credit report and what do you mean I need to fax a copy of that to you. Why should I call to confirm? I'm calling now. Do I really need to call again?
Mai pen rai?
I can't get used to the stress. You're not going to die. Or rather, you are going to die. But odds are that it won't be from SARS or Terrorism or even Government Repression or the fabled Getting Hit By A Bus. Odds are you're going to die from stress. So chill. Really. Can't everyone just
chill?
I don't know if I can get the hang of this electronet thing again. But I'm trying.
PS: I Y SF
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