Templeton

Oh no. There's a bag on the floor about eight feet from me and it's moving and I think it's moving because the warehouse rat is in it. When there are other people in the warehouse with me, the rat is not scary, but when I'm by myself, it's like some crazy baby monster. I don't like being scared at night!

I am really fickle when it comes to deciding if I am going to go out. Half of the apprentices went to a reggae concert tonight, and at first I said I was going to go, but when they were about to head out, I changed my mind, because I was writing a letter to Wilton and I was enjoying the vibe in the warehouse, and most of all, I HATE not being able to leave a place when I am ready to leave a place. I don't like having to wait for other people to get ready. And I wouldn't be able to wander off like I might in Seattle if I got bored, because it's dark and creepy and woodsy (not in the deciduous sense) out here. Oh, and it was raining really heavy and the concert was supposed to be outside. I don't believe in the "dry side" of Hawaii anymore. It's gotta be a myth. There's the wet side and the somewhat-less-wet side, where I live.

Oh, I have an interest in bilingual comics right now. The Kealakekua (kay-ala-kay-koo-uh) library had several Japanese/English bilingual childrens books. I got one about some whales who stole the heart of the world, a REALLY cute one that has lots of baby animals in it and a volume of classic Japanese newspaper comics called Sazae-san. I'm trying to find bilingual comics in French and Italian, too, because I want to go to Europe within a year or two.

Hey, the rat (Templeton) stopped making noises now. I don't think I'm supposed to sleep in the warehouse, but sometimes I do anyway. I have this fear that he's going to nibble on my feet in the night.

God, there are a bunch of wild chickens around here.

Oh! I made some pretty good french toast today. It had cinnamon, vanilla extract and a little bit of nutmeg in it. I don't really like nutmeg that much.

I am thinking about making my blog private soon, because I'd be more comfortable writing about some things if it were. I don't think of this blog as a blog, I think of it as a somewhat open letter to multiple friends.

I hope you are all doing well.

Love,

Jason