Yes, I am checking in here at my blog at 4:30 am. The art gallery event was very cool, as was the african dance and music show afterwards. Nothing like seeing a 6'5 african man speaking spanish. I have nothing to say other than that I am all for avocados, chocolate, and mayonnaise. And that I may or may not have just arrived back home.

I have realized how taxing it is, on my mind and body, to be in one constant thought about her. When I met her she was the first thing that came to mind when I awoke, and the last thing I would think about before I fell asleep. Not much has changed, in that regard, but now my entire day is also spent with a total focus on everything having to do with her. I recall random instances of our life together, or I think about what she would say, if I could tell her about what I was doing or what crazy person I saw walking the street. I walk through the city, or I sit in class, and I imagine the exact tone and words that would come from her mouth. That takes a lot of energy, to be in one constant stream of thoughts. I am able to understand why I am always so tired though. And it is just part of this process. I don't even wish there were an easier way. The only way I was able to go out tonight was to not think about her. I hate writing that, but it is truth.