The Sounds of Silence?
Quick aside (I promise it’s relevant): In Southern
I think the same thing has happened to the (impossibly small) mosquitoes. Saturday evening, I had a mosquito bite on my shoulder. “Ha!” I thought to myself. “That’s my 7th mosquito bite in 7 years in
Sunday morning when I woke up, I had seven mosquito bites. Evil, angry, extra-itchy mosquito bites. By
That afternoon, after receiving his first (and only!) mosquito bite, the architect killed a mosquito. I haven’t gotten another bite since. And, I haven’t died yet – so that’s a bonus.
So – that was my exciting mosquito saga. Fascinating stuff, I know.
In other news, 21 days until we’re out of here. I have packed up all the books, magazines & tchotchkes. Next weekend is my exciting bachelorette party. I understand there will be naked men and debauchery, but thankfully, the men will all be on a stage and far, far away from me. I’ve had enough stripper experiences to last for the rest of my life. (Enough stripper experiences = 1. My 25th birthday.
Only 14 ½ days of work left. Or, approximately eleventy billion hours. I am looking forward to the end of the daily madness, but have agreed to stay on as a consultant, so obviously I am secretly a masochist. The project that I have been working on like a mad woman for the past two weeks is nearly finished. And, as a reward for all my hard work and brilliance (seriously, this paper is a work of genius), my boss bought me two martinis last night.
I apologize for my neglect of all my faithful readers last week, but hopefully, it will get better from here on out.
Also, I want to thank my dear friend in