Mel o'Mel

For Mel:
I want to know what happens after you realised that you didn't have money to get home.
Why can't I read it by myself? well..your page is the only site that jams up my firefox. 100 fucking times. I gather that you got home fine because you..managed to tell the story. I want to know! haha, you know what to do.

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The sun is out, clouds in the sky moving too fast for my liking. I'm all bulked up, wearing socks and a scarf around my neck while buried under 2 layers of blanket, trying to read journals for review paper I have to write about the geomorphic impact of tsunami. It's bloody cold (was).

The smoke detector is still beeping, it has been beeping for the past week and it's really driving me up the wall. If I was tall enough, I'd rip that friggin thing off the ceiling.

There's clean washed, semi wet clothes all around my room and it's also starting to piss me off a little because I can't fold them up and put it in the wardrobe where it belongs.

I wish I was a toddler again. Just eat, play and sleep all day long.