Happy Black Day. More importantly, of course, happy 18 month anniversary to me. And Korea. I always say I don't fall in love with people -- I fall in love with places. Well, that's not really true. Or only halfway, or something. But, at any rate, the places tend to be what I stick with longest. I certainly haven't survived 18 months with someone's same old ugly mug in my face every single day. Except for a few very dear friends, of course. So. Cool.
Ah. I think I'm going to channel High School Liz and "run away" from school today. Just twenty minutes early. Everyone else is gone for club day. I just want to know I got away with it, once. That's all.