Ah, the times.

I feel stalker-ish when reading other people's blogs. It's very voyeur like. Slightly creepy. I visit this one girls blog a lot. I don't know why. I saw her artwork on the Moleskin project and I liked it. I've looked at a lot of random people's art blogs and I enjoy her's the most. So I visit it. Almost everyday. I think this qualifies as finding the end of the internet. It's done. There is no more.
Last night all the RAP 05 kids COSed. To all non-PCVs this will be just a bunch of acronyms and even to PCVs not from here but it does mean something and something quite profound. These cats came in 3 months after me. Some of them were my nearest neighbors, my best drinking buddies, and I even went on vacations with a few of them. Now, they are going back home. Sure a lot of them are taking the long way home; through Ethiopia, through Egypt, through Uganda, through Spain. But they are out of here and going back there. It is truly an end to an era. I enjoyed their company and will really miss them. They were such heavy drinkers and who couldn't forget Fecalgate, or PooDunnit? or Iwasthereforpooponachair. Ah, the times.
IST is next week. That will be good. I'll see my other friends. I will not be sad for long (who am I kinding, I'm not sad at all). Toodles, blog.