people just liked it better that way

I think they must know that everyone starts to go a little crazy after a month, because this week we all recieved in our mailboxes little plastic cards detailing our options for English-language psychological counseling.

They gave me two.

I think I’ve been a bad person lately, but I don’t want to tell you why. Last night we went to a bar that plays eighties music on Tuesday nights, and we drank a little and sang along a lot. I’d never been drunk on a Tuesday, and I’d never been drunk on a sidewalk, but I guess there’s a first time for everything. You know what I hate? That drinking somehow compels one to talk about being drunk, and then to talk about having been drunk. Make me shut up.

Tomorrow I’m going to London, and all of my roommates from home will be there, and I doubt it’s possible to transcribe exactly how excited I am about this. Here’s part of an e-mail from Kristi that probably isn’t as amusing and endearing as I think it is if you don’t know her, but I’m putting it here anyway because, god, I miss her:

oh my god mara its so weird how excited i started being about this trip today. i’ve been walking around grinning like an idiot for no reason. this morning i was on the metro and i realized that i was really happy for no reason and at first, for some reason, i thought, maybe i’m dying, but later i realized that it might be for the less psychotic reason that i am going to see you guys.

Life will be grand.

In other news, Prague is still beautiful, I’m nothing that even faintly resembles a student, I have no idea what’s going to happen to me this summer, and I wish it would get warmer already. I left the second psychological counseling card in my mailbox, so that every day when I check my mail and find nothing there, I’ll be reminded that someone cares. (I’m actually just saying that to be dreary; I booked airplane tickets for spring break today, and I’m really in a pretty wonderful mood. Don’t tell, though.) Hey, I promise I’ll write something worldly and insightful later. Or, you know, something.

How are you?