I’m just a couple of days away from the time I left Ontario, a month ago. It feels like a lifetime ago, of my ripping tags off of my luggage and trying to keep flight numbers, times and dates in my head while I tried to prepare for my destination. A life time.

Your forgiveness ain’t a neighborhood that I’m looking to live in, baby…
Getting a lot done today. Housekeeping items. Laundry, a half hour long hot shower, dishwasher, putting up my Polaroid art in the living room, sorting through the books I brought with me, sitting here thinking about nothing in particular. Which is just a tiny bit of a lie. I was thinking about something but it was from another life, and doesn’t really have a place in the here and now.

Must have lost my mind, when I lost your heart key…

I still keep your pictures, as if you are lost at sea...

My daily moisturizing routine will hopefully keep me from looking my age, or like a withered old hag when I return to the South. That’s my hope, it may not be a reality. The wind is so harsh here, I can see how it would run rough ragged on your skin. Yes, I’ve managed to maintain some of my vanity in the Arctic. I only wear make-up occasionally since my eyes usually begin to water from the wind as soon as I leave the house, and since I’m currently not trying to impress the village with my raccoon look, I’ve decided to keep mascara on the shelf for the time being.

I started this entry hours ago, when I thought the internet wasn't going to be playing nice. Now, my bedroom is stuff but if I open the window, it lets in all of the light (won't be dark here until about 1 a.m.) and I have to go to bed now if I expect to be of any use in the office tomorrow.

So, with that, I believe I will have a bowl of Lucky Charms and slip into bed. Good night, sweet readers.

Man of Action – The Matthew Good Band

Tripoli - The Matthew Good Band