tuckova

i’m in yr time zone, eating yr fudz. spicy chicken drive through was my only mediocre call. other than that, high quality mexican after being seated by a woman with more bust showing than i do when i am naked, bagels bagels bagels i love you the best, more mexican, indian, japanese more than i could eat, ever so many nut-bearing pastries, ever ever so many salads. i am going to start dabbing newman’s salad dressings behind my ears and you will want to make out with me even more than you already do.

other than food i will observe that my parents’ house, although still iceboxingly cold, is a lot more comfortable than i remember it being, and i’ve spent some quality time lounging. its mostly digestive lounging but still involved being more supine than i usually get here. it’s good.

also noticing that people seem to correct each other’s grammar and usage more when i’m around. it is funny, because i fix stuff all day and have less desire to do so when i am off duty. this is why we are all happy i have the job i have, because otherwise i would be a non-stop pedantic bore. ANYWAY. there’s my dad, whose spelling is so admittedly creative that even bill gates doesn’t know what he’s trying to say, going after my sister for "john and me were there." so i bring out the pedant in others. nice.

Squire Tuck is celebrating Squire Tuckukah, in which every day we celebrate the miracle of Squire Tuck with gifts and fancy desserts. he’s taking it gracefully, as befits a little prince. we’ve only had a couple conversations in czech, which is like our twinspeak here, our secret lost language, and i think that’s a good sign. proc ona to dela, kdyz to neni zdravy? nevim, ale nic nerikej! nerikam, jezis. dobre.

i’m having a good time so far. i’ve got the disconnected sorrow that comes with jet lag, but i am generally doing fine. i just wanted to let you know.