Three weeks. Four days. Tomorrow.
If my medieval notions hold up as predicted, everything will be outwardly backward when I cross into the southern latitudes. The next time you hear from me, I'll be speaking backwards, walking about on my head, and writing right to left.
Or it's more likely that I'll be hilariously debilitated from the acute altitude. La Paz is the highest capital in the world, more than double Denver.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Prologue: ETD - 14 Hours
Free time fleets. Whether it's restarting school, a new job, or hopping on a series of planes to cross the equator, the span until the deadline blazes.
Three weeks. Four days. Tomorrow.
If my medieval notions hold up as predicted, everything will be outwardly backward when I cross into the southern latitudes. The next time you hear from me, I'll be speaking backwards, walking about on my head, and writing right to left.
Or it's more likely that I'll be hilariously debilitated from the acute altitude. La Paz is the highest capital in the world, more than double Denver.
Three weeks. Four days. Tomorrow.
If my medieval notions hold up as predicted, everything will be outwardly backward when I cross into the southern latitudes. The next time you hear from me, I'll be speaking backwards, walking about on my head, and writing right to left.
Or it's more likely that I'll be hilariously debilitated from the acute altitude. La Paz is the highest capital in the world, more than double Denver.
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Oh Izak...I'm so jeaoulous! You will have a blast...I'll still be here in SF when you get back, maybe we can finally hang out. Be safe!
Send me a postcard if you can:
Alisha Dahlstrom
305 Webster St.
San Francisco, CA 94117
Miss you!
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