Haha, nah, things are grand. It is fun to be placed with someone with a similar sense of humor who loves his job but who, like me, doesn't take himself too seriously. I'm learning a ton every day, getting un-shy, and having fun. It's hard to be observed every day, but I'm getting used to it. But having to wake up and function at 5:30 in the morning is causing my precious few brain cells to fizzle out prematurely, I'm convinced. I'm worthless past 8 o'clock at night and consequently just sit here and write blog entries instead of being productive. Oh lord.
I am so so so antsy to go to the beach. No shoes, no shirt, no problems. Can't wait! Poor ghostly pale skin. I'll have to get a spray tan while I'm down there so that when I get back everyone can be jealous. And I'll of course casually act like I didn't notice I'd gotten any color. It's gotta look like the real deal.
So my invitation to the inaugural ball must have gotten lost in the mail. All dressed up and nowhere to go. Geez, Obama, is that how you repay me for all my brilliant strategic advice on improving U.S.'s delicate foreign relation policy with Laos? You can forget about your promised invite to our next Big Lebowski costume party.
Ok, that's all.