all right, all right, no more maudlin crap. i slept badly last nite, despite having gotten a wonderful-sweet email from sorelle. i always said that i'd rather be dragged kicking and screaming from a place than willingly, gratefully board a plane. so. yes nori's entry brought up a little lump in my chest. i can deal. i'm glad i've enjoyed the place thoroughly, more or less, since i've been there. my problem is i live in the past. but. i'll be better. no moping, no wallowing. i will steel myself. i will be strong. strong!
i'll miss you swat. but this, dear reader, is the last you will hear of it. at least til i land in daneland.
-- who, incidentally, is schwa?