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Dear Sweethearts:
How were you weekends?Mine? Well, it involved drinking beer, baking, and doing a lot of hanging out in my undies.
 
There was also a substantial amount of front porch hang out with some former goucherites.
I watched some of the Dicky Roberts child star DVD, and was pleased to see that it was broken and I didn’t have to watch anymore.
I  made some drunken tuna fish sandwiches: wait, the fish weren’t drunk.
I picked up a large dead mouse, (I like to believe it is a large mouse instead of smallish rat.) It seemed maybe a cat got him. I don’t have a cat.
I built a desk with another smarty, both of us turning the IKEA boards the wrong way to screw them in, but it looks absolutely lovely now.
Watched some of the history of Rock & Roll
Watched Anchorman on my computer. (sounds as illegal as it.)
Whined about menstral cramps and
Baked brownies and cupcakes…strawberry cupcakes actually, mmm.
 
I didn’t really go out at very much this weekend, On Saturday I wore stretchy sweatpants all day and my running sneakers from when I took my “walk” which really just consisted of going to royal farms and the post office. But I really looked athletic by the time I “cooled off” with cans of miller lite on the front porch.
 
There is something that gets under your skin when you are forced to wake up and participate every day. When you feel like you can’t leave the house without lipstick Monday through Friday…..see, it’s then when you retreat.  You realize, then, that it’s lovely to have no one to impress or make small talk with and it’s lovely to be a hermit and bake all day in your underpants. Halleluiah, right?
 
Today I got ink all over, in little spot on my arms and fingers, but I don’t know from what. It’s blue ink. I don’t have any blue pens.
 
Speaking of blue pens, I found out recently, that I have the authority to order supplies whenever I need them. Since we are a non-profit, I see this as a totally different responsibility than I ever did before. I keep asking myself if a wrist pad for the keyboard is a luxury or necessity. Which is it, internet? My wrists hurt. But, I remember when these didn’t exist…do you? Am I just getting unnecessarily charge happy. Maybe I’ll get the wrist pad, and send back this awesome IPOD I ordered. Ha. (I’m obviously kidding, to the point where it seems silly to point this out.)
 
Today, Lucille, my favorite person here, whose eyes crinkle up when she says my name almost like she is trying to engage a baby. Well, today, she was wearing some incredible shoes, that looked a lot like the orange pumps I recently gave Helena. But Lucille’s shoes were all different colors, and admittedly uncomfortable. She got them in Brazil. We got to talking. I like her. She’s a neat lady.
 
But as we were talking about Brazil and also my trip to Cuba, I realized that with Bush’s tightened embargo against Cuba, No one can go again to visit Cuba. Even Cuban Americans can only go back once every three years. No students can go now like I did. I was really lucky, it seems because here we are less than two years later, and no one has that chance that we did to see Havana and hear all the car alarms and find out why they can say “SOY CUBANO, SOY POPULAR.” I’m such a lucky duck. Quack.
 
Is everyone inside the internet as happy as me? Well? Are you? I’m really happy recently. I have this job, which even if it isn’t permanent is pretty awesome. My mom isn’t mad at me, for I think the 4th consecutive week. I’m pretty much head over heels with a ‘pop icon’ who sits on my couch in his underwear and I have cupcakes sitting on my kitchen table waiting for me to come home. I have good friends that live close by and let me watch lifetime movies without laughing. But most of all, I have a desk now, and There is something so inviting and exciting (I wish those two words did not rhyme) about the prospect of having my own workspace, you know? I have a place to create now! I feel like I have everything. I am such a fucking lucky duck.