The past week has been the first time since arriving in BA that I've been alone. I've reverted to my natural state of hermitude, rarely leaving the apartment except for exercise or groceries. Facial hair is getting longer, eyes becoming wild and suspicious. Most of my time has been spent plowing through Rosetta Stone in a last gasp effort to get a handle on Spanish. I'm getting close to the end of the course, but it doesn't look like a light bulb will go on and I'll be magically fluent by the time I "graduate". I know, I should have just taken real Spanish lessons, but that involves actually talking to people, and why do that if you don't have to? It's a bit of a Catch-22. I'll never get any better without practicing on real people, but I'm not good enough to even start practicing. I tend to shun most human interaction anyway, so why am I even trying? I have it made, the perfect excuse to avoid any unnecessary socializing.
I am looking forward to some necessary socializing, though. Gods of standby travel permitting, my brother Tyler and his Special Lady Friend Tracy will be arriving tomorrow afternoon. I've been crafting a schedule of enlightening and educational experiences for their visit, which we can ignore while drinking beer and playing cards on the roof.
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