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sunshine. of all things. 'cuz everyone loves the sun. and the sun loves you back. except when it doesn't. and i get withdrawal symptoms. actually, i just die a little. and keep dying till it peeks through the clouds. darn, north america and its long dark winters! n i thought escaping alaska was gonna be enough. i need a sunshine pill. no, NO calcium and Vitamin D supplements. it's not the same. not even close. sunshine doesn't get stuck in your throat and make you choke. it's fluid. and warm. and...

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if you're in a hurry: last paragraph, part in bold

10 hours of flying time is not fun. and i realize that it must be even less fun for anyone who is bigger, taller and chunkier than i am. 1st class is ridiculously expensive n unaffordable. unless i concocted a scheme or worse, risk rejection... which i did not obviously thus the aforementioned un-fun-ness. i'm so glad i don't have to do that again! you hear that alaska? you and your big-butt-eternally-paranoid-about-their-calves...

home alone: i can't believe it. this is not how i had planned it. it's ironic how the choices we make and those that are made for us come to be. anyways, such is the state of my affairs: those nearest to me are about a seven-hour drive away, my parents - over 30 hours away and the one closest to my heart is yet, the furthest away in terms of physical (and quite possibly undriveable) distance. i keep thinking if something dramatic were to happen to me, or to them, how long would it take for someone/anyone...

summer is here. my bunnies are back and so are my feelings, er, i mean my fireflies. my trees are doing super duper good. well. whatever. playing frisbee without actually knowing how to can kill your hands. or bruise them in places that will amaze you in ways you've never been amazed before. i thought changing car batteries was bad enough. small hands are really good for reaching into small places. but they're not-so-good at staying unbruised. this, one learns by experience. slow and painful experience......

i still don't understand the fascination with nights. the wanting to sleep the day away and staying up all night. are some of us just more nocturnal than others? i was told that i was born at 8:30 pm. i remember always causing trouble at bedtime. perhaps switching to dayshift wasn't the greatest idea in the universe. it's like being in a trance. but the best part is getting done at 3:30 pm. or at 3:00 pm if i happen to start at 6:30 am. maybe it's more than a fascination. it's more than wanting...