Pookie loves me enough to connect this afternoon. It’s cooler. I hope that’s what does it. I went home over Labor Day, because Sailorchernobyl needed a ride and I didn’t want to stay here and sweat for three days without a sure connection. I saw Puddi for an hour or so and Punkie helped me watch too much Sailormoon and went with me to get cold medicine.
Who says you can’t go home again. Just find the nearest Wal-Mart.
Scout’s asleep and I’m watching her. It’s interesting, even if she does so much of it. She sleeps so soundly for what she is; she hardly ever rolls over or sighs or anything, just clutches that stuffed turtle like a life preserver and passes out, though I may be cursing Pookie loudly or preparing for an all-night whine. I sleep like hell. I’m proud I haven’t ripped the sheets off the bed or fallen out of it yet since I’ve been here. Perhaps her normality imparts a sense of security that I don’t have. First thing I learned when I was little: watch yer back.
Or maybe it’s that she’s not ulcerating over a spiteful Pookie. *whack*
I’m hungry. My grandma forced on me three loaves of pumpkin bread and a jar of honey-roasted peanuts. I have no idea why she thinks I’m going to eat peanuts...but maybe I don’t have to go shopping for another week. And Sailorchernobyl made me muffins. I should eat those before the Magic Mold Men do.
It...sucks me in. it...spits me out....
Kono unmei wa utsukushiku.
Punkie let me bring Lexi back with me this time. I suppose to get him acclimated to dorm life for next year when we take Good Ol’ Mizzou by Splut. I love Lexi. I’m going to start carrying him on my shoulder to all my classes. Punkie and I are going to get an air-conditioned dorm. OR ELSE. I like mine better than Sailorchernobyl’s room. it must be about three feet bigger or something because hers was too much like a small dark hole.
I didn’t kill us driving and I even learned to use the cruise control. mostly because I noticed I was doing about eighty-five most of the time. It doesn’t really feel like four hours...it probably will at Thanksgiving when I have to do it by myself. Let’s all hope for a very very very dry winter.
I’m supposed to be writing French, dammit, but I have to use my connections when I get them.
Just Kilgore and Pookie and Lexi and me.
it’s a trip.