" happy trails "

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it's 1:11am. i took a shower outside like a camper or a vagrant last night. the bkk international film festival ended officially today. cinematic withdrawl ensues. life is bob-bob-bobbing along.

tomorrow morning, in five or so hours, dylan is going back home. it's true. his (first[?]) pan-asian adventure is coming to a head. so it begs the question:

what the hell am i going to do now?

before he got here, it was all struggles with mental blocks, language barrierness, and the daily frustration with having to interact with co-workers and people who are good people, but who do not know you inside and out.

and for a month there, he brought to me the sweet cool drink of sanity that i so desperately needed. what the hell am i going to drink now? what, i ask?

and now it's just going to go back to that. maybe. it's true that at this point i've nearly tripled my vocabulary and conversational skills, but still there exists much to learn yet.

no pressure or anything, no. none at all. and he laughs into himself with a furiously nervous energy clutching his shirt to his open mouth; his eyes as wide as the known galaxy and his stare just as distant.

but yay for dylan, and yay going home home. it's all out there waiting for you to encounter it. good luck, and tell me all about it when you get there, because until they finally release the copyright on star trek beaming transporter units, i suppose chatting and mail will have to suffice.

big up my friend, and big up albany.

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