Summer Mode

I'm in summer mode. I will do nothing unless someone urges or yells at me and No one is urging me to apply to grad school or jobs, eat, read or blog. I'm withering away and I'm not even documenting it.
I think I could make FaceSmash.

About a quarter of my summer so far has been in the two most happening cities in the Northwest: Corvallis and East Wenatchee. I jest (please see the municipal websites for both cities), but I enjoyed my time there more than here. Or maybe the same. I'm with old friends and only a handful have gotten old and stale. The ones that haven't seen my in years and mispronounce my name were someone else's friend to begin with.

I finished On The Road recently. It was killer. I stopped after the ridiculous and benign first ten pages, but then I realized that was the whole book and dug it fully. That was the first for-pleasure book in months, maybe a year.

I leave for Poland in two weeks. I'll have research papers due in Winter after I get back. I'm excited to be in a foreign country that isn't Canada, not that I don't love Canada or Canada isn't foreign (It very much is). I'm thinking of this trip as a test. If I fail, I have to work for the post office for the rest of my life. I won't be cut out for international relations. I'll be cut out for what I've done best so far: apologize for late packages.

"I know you have the tracking number, but the number doesn't necessarily signify anything at all.
"I'm sorry."