got this email earlier from my dad:
Hey,I just read your entry on the batak world . . . I'm sorry to tell you this sweetie, but someone has misled you. You are actually in Cleveland and those people you're with are Italians.
it made me chuckle. he grew up in cleveland. with italians. met some of them at my gramma's funeral 2 years back. man... talk about nuts.
after dosages of claritin, sudafed, ibuprofin, chloraseptic spray, and lots of suckers, i'm feeling somewhat better. thank goodness that ron and kim could pretty much run a pharmacy out of their house. the most i did today was make a large batch of salsa for everyone, which i did from the comfort of a camping chair because standing up hurt too badly. i even walked all the way up to the house (ok, so you can just about touch it from the dorm i live in... but still - it's up a flight of stairs!) to deliver it. but i feel pretty pathetic about not even leaving the property today. tomorrow though...
oh, one parting comment - i just moved my mattress to the floor in the hopes of sleeping on something more firm (and therefore more comfortable) tonight. and i noticed that of the SEVEN mattresses stored in this room, the one i'm sleeping on is THE ONLY ONE without its original plastic still on it. ewwwww.
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