Dear Diary and Assorted Friends and Cyber Friends,
The com-poo-tah tells me that this month has been the least prolific I have been since this Dear Diary came into existence-- pretty astounding considering that I spent at least a couple of months in Chinar, where this site is blocked. This means Grad School Part Deux has managed to stifle what Communism could not, namely, my steady stream of awkward encounters. But have no fear, Gentle Reader, I am home on break now. I went to a wedding last weekend (the most lovely and relaxed wedding weekend ever, and the most I have ever danced to a live country rock band), and will head to another this weekend. I will also be heading into Boston to see friends and most likely, Old Work Work, and I can bet you $10,000 that awkwardity and hilarity will ensue at at least one of those encounters.
In the meantime, I am home, procrastinating from Whitecastle's work (why else did you think I was writing this). I have a pot of carnitas sizzling on the stove top. I had a breakfast of cheese and salamis. And I may die of a heart attack before my next post. But if I live through it all, I will be back here, ready to share.
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