Well... THAT didn't go as I planned.
Last Sunday I went up to Orono with my two suitcases all packed and ready to go to Honduras. I felt a little reluctant when packing, but I chalked it up to laziness. I spent as much time with
faechylde as possible and was feeling okay until about Monday night. That's when my brain refused to shut up. I kept thinking
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Of course, you should probably e-mail me your cell phone number because I don't have a fancy address book gizmo like my future wife.
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And hell, you`ll recover from this. You think a guy who`s a rare member of the wise men is going to just lie down and take it? No sir. You`ll bounce right back.
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I didn't always have the best connection with my instincts but I've definitely learned to listen to them more. When the inner coyote growls these days, I hear it, and it definitely wasn't happy about the situation I described.
*Still* haven't heard from my professor, but I did hear from my main connection in Honduras, and all is forgiven as far as she's concerned. IMO, that matters a lot more than what the prof. thinks.
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