International Airmail Rocks My Socks

I got a letter the other day from my friend Rayme. It was great! I mean, getting letters *period* is highly satisfying. But this one was airmail, and from another country. Killer! She sent me updates and photographs from a recent friend-of-a-friend's trip to visit in Grenada. From what little background I could catch from the photos, the place looks gorgeous. Makes me wish I could go for a visit there, too.

But alas, I'm stuck in New York trying to adjust to my new job and my new life, which is going slightly better now, mind you. I'm still considering myself Nurse Doom in the back of my mind, but I'm nowhere near as loathesome (is that even a word?) of my job anymore. Perhaps I'm adjusting better than I thought I was.

Anyhow, here is a photograph of me and Rayme... it's kind of outdated-- back from when we shared an apartment in 2003, but it's also a cutie, so I wanted to post it. Hopefully soon there will be a more recent one of Rayme, with me in the background surfing some amazing waves (if by "surfing" I mean "drinking" and by "amazing waves" I mean "rocket fuel-flavored coffee" because I'm sure that won't happen till she's back in New York and we're once again making the rounds at bookstores and java joints).

Ah Rayme, I miss you. Come home soon.