I feel like I should update; however, there is nothing exciting to report. Charlotte is still wonderfully relaxing. I actually wish that I had more time at home, and I haven’t wished that in a long time. So I’m happy and…happy! And that’s all. Today I spent some of my Christmas money, worked on my scrapbook, took a long walk, and went to see Kate and Leopold with my mom. Typical Meg Ryan romantic comedy fluff. Nice.
So I am chatting with Christina and she is suggesting topics to write about, since life in Charlotte is not interesting to anyone but myself. So far we have:
- Why one should not put explosive materials in one’s shoes and get on a plane
- Why do people eat divinity?
- How is it possible that one can mail live birds from one’s local post office?
Hmm. Now she’s gone to bed. No more cool ideas. Well, I should probably follow her example, since it is getting late. I’ve been sleeping insane amounts since I’ve been home, and I’m not sure why. Also, I have had many crazy dreams about things like 1) being a Russian spy plotting to overthrow the government, 2) being on an aircraft carrier cruising past hundreds of Japanese submarines, and 3) creating a new sort of baseball game where the outfield fence becomes the home plate, and it’s all about a stream of players throwing and catching balls over the wall. And those are just the ones I remember. I think Katie’s extra bed is too squishy or something. It’s very strange.