No sudden movements

I inadvertently disappeared from the world for the past few days. First, it was just forced bed rest, but after succumbing completely to the guilty pleasure of watching Grey's Anatomy online, I finally had my first extended totally solo time since I've landed here. I was so boobed out that I didn't even consider blogging or emailing. My excuse is that it's good practice: this weekend, I'm moving to a motel that has NO INTERNET. I can't really consider the repercussions of that right now b/c I'm gunning to get in more episodes before beauty sleep. I have to go pay my new year's respects w/my family to my great aunt and her husband, the former Korean prez & Nobel Peace Prize winner. I would SO rather get through Season 3.

I feel much better, though today I went outside and tried to run a zillion errands and only got so far before getting all hot and runny nosed. I picked up my mail (cards from NYC and Japan, a new issue of Hand Papermaking w/an article that Rory wrote, which includes my work, treats from JL, and a book from Frank) and rambled on and on to the last remaining staff member in the Fulbright office, which closed early today. I found a sweet little taco shop and started to feel better about where I'm living (neighborhood-wise), and then randomly ran into a guy from Manchuria that I had met last month on my cultural heritage trip. It all felt really good, besides the feverishness, and I treated myself to a bunch of mandarins since this is when they are in season and taste the best.

Oh, and I woke up today and realized it was new year's eve. WHAT?! Totally not prepared for that. Though all of today's unexpected nice encounters made me think, hey, I can do whatever the hell I want, and if that means turning back into a boob and forgoing all the other possible plans, that is great. Being all alone is GREAT.