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That's it. No more internet for a while, and no more writing other than articles for thesis.

I'm gonna dogsit Vinnie for a week, he's an Italian greyhound, which is good, because people tire me.
The geek is at a tournament judging, which is a pity, because I'm not tired of him, and this last week has been insanely busy, so the passing out on top of eachother like two cave rats (because of the cold) at night has been the closest to contact.

I missed some of my friends these last couple of days. You know...the kind of people that get you, who communicate in a normal way. And...I miss my language. Back in the days it was my best asset and weapon, now I sometimes feel trapped in a corner, mute. Morten called the other day, and shit, I almost got teary eyed at how great it felt to have a common language again.

Colorado is fine though, it's just certain situations that trigger a bit of this feeling, it should pass pretty fast. I have just made a bad impersonation of this old spanish dude on an old horse, fighting windmills.

Ah fuck it, maybe I'll give in and we turn up the heat a little, it's so damn cold my fingers are stiff.

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*hugs you tight and rubs your arms and legs for warmth*

If I were astronomically wealthy, I would overnight you a cashmere sweater, one pound of freshly roasted coffee beans and a "Don't feel blue" card.

However I'm not, so the best I can do is make a silly El-Jay comment to you that is full of cashmere sweater, fresh coffee and "don't feel blue" sentiments. I know it's hard being away from your culture & mother tongue for protracted amounts of time. Thankfully dogs speak the universal language of tone & petting. =)

I can relate -exactly- to what you mean about language. Its amazing how taken for granted it is, and how supremely important you realise it is :)

Stor famn! (and no laughing at me if I got this wrong ;-) ) Turn up that heat ... you CANNOT write with stiff fingers. And lace that coffee (or, better yet, hot chocolate) with some Grand Marnier or good brandy or Goldschlager ... that'll warm you up AND inspire you! Write lots and write well!

Hmmm. If it helps, I suspect I'd feel the same way about living in Colorado and language...

Good luck with greyhounds and the thesis.

And I'll be thinking longingly of the idea of cold fingers and toes when it starts pushing 35^o around here again in a month or so.

*skickar en stor svensk kram och skruvar upp värmen åt dig*

I'll miss you while you're internet-away.

*hugs* and best wishes.

*hugs* soon u wil have swedish again.