It's 5:34 am.
I've already been up for an hour.
I woke up with anxiety. When I'm anxious, I tend to focus all of my worried energy on one tiny thing. This morning, instead of being worried about learning Serbian or adjusting to a new culture or not getting gassed on the Geneva-Belgrade train, I worried about mail to the extent that my stomach tied itself in knots. There are a few pieces of mail that I have been expecting, but have not yet recieved. So I stopped tossing & turning full o' anxiety & checked to make sure that I sent out the correct address to everyone when I last moved. I did.
But now that I'm already entertaining myself on the internet & chatting with the brand new housemate who managed to lock herself out of her room & would be getting up in an hour and 45 minutes anyway, why not just call it a night & make cyrillic alphabet flashcards?
posted by rachel @ 11:33 AM
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I recieved the ugly postcard & am not so worried about the beloved F&G. The 'rents were supposed to be forwarding some checks/the debit card tied to my investments/more grown up things. It still isn't here.
the mail arrived saturday - (and a Muppet Show first season DVD was included in the care package) hooray!
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