About an hour ago, something got into me and said, "Alex, go smoke a cigarette!" The only one I had to smoke was that Newport that Nick so generously left for you at your party. So I sat out in the rain and puffed away at it like I didn't notice how nasty it was. And now my chest and I are regretting that decision. Blech...Newports.
On my way home from jazzercising this afternoon, I realized that I don't have anyone with whom I can drive around and sing extremely loudly...not until July, anyway. And so, in your honor, I put on a Weezer song and 'belted it out', as they say. When I got bored with that, I put on "Jesus Walks" and really belted it out. Because sometimes a girl like me just has to shut off the NPR and let out the large, soulful, black woman that lives deep within. I know you know how that goes.
Edgar's just sitting by the side of the bed, watching me type and telling me with his saucer-like eyes that he misses you (that's what I assume he's saying, anyway). So here's a picture I took of him to include in this post for you--per his request, of course. It's sort of arty, which was also done by his request.
All right, Bro, it's off to bed for me so's I can wake up muy early tomorrow and give a presentation at 7:00 AM. I hope everything is going amazingly well and that you're taking care of yourself. Till next time.
xo, Alex
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