floating off the map

packing, cleaning, arranging & re-arranging,
oscar valdes (cubano, african latin jazz) singin in the background,
two lamps lighting my room as the lightbulb is not only out but severely corroded/broken,
i just want to say i will miss this computer, which fails me religiously, this bedroom, with all its lime green charm, my formerly flea infested cotton-candy-pink carpet, and my finally functional toilet. which i re-stocked last night with toilet paper. (i’m turning into such a domestic goddess!)

incidentally, i intended to write a big i’ll miss you / thank you for being supportive & kind friends
type of entry, it just hasn’t worked out that way. yet.

friends! thank you. un millon besos.
i’ll give israel 10 or 20 or 50 or so vehement belly shaloms, one from each of you.

a very happy birthday to my grandmother, who is undoubtedly not reading this.

love,
marisa