08.01.02 :: 9:44 am

It's eerily quiet. I wonder where everyone is. Actually, no I don't, scratch that.

As long as they don't come back for several hours, we're peachy.

I'm thinking of breaking my no-breakfast-it-makes-me-nauseous rule today because my stomach is making the most vulgar sounds.

I guess chips and salsa don't really count as dinner.

I'm feeling antsy and twitchy; impending trans-atlantic flights sketch me out, but it's almost two and a half weeks until the Aegean is beneath us, and we're relaxing under Greek skies.

Now, please.

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