i am packed. i am ready. i am perilously balanced. so when rasmus writes to tell me to check the weather in barcelona, i don't panic. and when lana posts of a drastic change in plans that will keep us separate summer-long, i take deep breaths.
but i can't guarantee a measured, positive ester outlook if i some third slingandarrow comes at me.

if anyone else has a surprise, do not, i repeat, do not, unveil it now. news of your real gender identity can wait. meanwhile, i'm going to go bask in copenhagen sunshine and not think about the fact that (oh irony) it might be the last time i see the blessed blue til i return.