varying degrees of light

Eerie.

...I feel like a part of my blog was put through Google translator, brought back to broken English and then posted on this clusterbone of a blog. Or maybe it's a rogue non-English speaker teaching him/herself by tediously translating word-for-word with an outdated dictionary. If the latter, keep at it Poytiki. Either way, at 1 30 AM, after crosswords, Entourage, wine and laughter, this is nothing short of terrifying.

But anyway.

Tonight marks the last of nights that I'll stay here in Langley because tomorrow, the minute that Stina and Jess return home from work, to the waiting arms and greetings of Paul and myself (two able, educated, competent and healthy American young men), we will journey past the border into Washington.

I hate to say this, and many will scoff, but I'm looking forward to being able to use my cell again. Simultaneously, I wonder that I may have been happier, more calm, with a stunted ability to make calls and texts. There are voices I miss, so I have calls to make - especially back in Mount Vernon, contacting Beardface as we run our circles around.

I miss watching movies. I had this big idea to walk through a

District 9 VS. The Time Traveler's Wife

, which would have been very fun (and would have put a few people in their places), but I would have been largely going by trailers. Still would be interesting, I think, but I guess I'd like to see more movies than I have been lately. Also, I'm tired and there are a few others out that look interesting.

I've started about five different paragraphs, with five starts on five different subjects, but they are boring and I'm not sure how/that I want to talk about them here.