mr. kot-ter

As a nice little welcome back gift from the Universe, the MTA gave me massive delays on the 1 train and my body gave me the most killer migraine I've had in as long as I can recall. It's been a delightful day.

As a result of said headache, I fell asleep with my arms over my head sitting straight up on my bed, and when I woke up I was legitimately concerned first about the actual location of my arm since, upon first glance, I couldn't actually find the damn thing, and then secondly concerned by the fact that I could neither feel nor move it from its location, resting atop my head and propped up against a wall. You will note that the situation was later resolved, and I am typing this with two hands, praise be to Allah.

I got to do a lot of very southern things while I was home, like say y'all, drink excessive amounts of tea, wear three different kinds of flip flops and stretch one-syllable words out into Shakespearan soliloquies. It. Was. AWESOME. I have plenty of stories to relay and tales to spin, but at the moment the only thing on my mind is unpacking my suitcase, plucking hairs from my face and brushing my teeth because the inside of my mouth tastes like government cheese. Don't ask.

Though I might not be jumping out of my pants to be back in the great ugly north, I am looking forward to talking shop with you people again. I promise I won't be gone from you for so long again, at least not for a good long while. You may not miss me, but I miss you.

cheers,
elizabeth