sick = lame

so much for 13 days of no contact. after only two (maybe) i got the plague and decided to come home for a day and take it easy. a nice day off with no work. haven't seen one of those in a while. it was definately a neccessity. All the boys were telling me to harden up though. Listen, i'm a princess. i think i'm doing pretty fucking well, thank you very much. you boys can shove it up your ass, and i'll let you have some of the plague too.

i did get dougie sick, and i felt bad about that. but we hung out together because we were both diseased so there was no harm.

I go back out tonight around 10:30pm, just in time for the dreaded Refuel. This is the time where our liveaboard vessel comes home for a few hours, to refuel and restock on supplies for the next month. All the crew has to wake up in the middle of the night to help move supplies in and garbage out. Apparently it's the worst thing ever. I'm volunteering my not-so-diseased self so people don't think i'm pussing out. Then i'll be out for 11 days and all will be alright with the world. note to self: do not go to bed with wet hair. you will catch the plague again.

i'm going to a movie soon with dougie and chris. i'm excited for popcorn. i love that shit.

at the mall there was an icecream shop advertising real frozen yogurt and i got really excited about the possibility of a pinkberry-esque experience. but i tried it today. and it's so not good. damn it. i need my icecream maker. kira. make some and eat it for me.

i'm going to get a PO box today i think. then you can flood me with care packages and letters and cards and things i dont need but would certainly love. (mom's sending pastina and parmesan! god i love her!)

miss you all! talk to you in a week and a half!