it's the end of wednesday. that means it's almost thursday. which is almost friday, which might as well be saturday and then i'm in costa rica and i definitely still don't speak hardly any spanish nor have i obtained gifts for my host family nor have i started to pack.


i miss jason like a big hole in the ground that i keep sidestepping just in time, because i know the hole would spin me all the way to china, and for god's sake i don't speak ANY chinese.


i still can't sleep.