Yeah, that's what I said. I'm home alone. I believe this is the first time I have ever been alone in the house in the evening since I moved to this country a year and a half ago. Seriously. I'm not exaggerating. A year and a half, and this is the first evening I've spent alone! How weird is that? And all I've done so far is fry up some potatoes for supper, washed some underwear, made tea for the guards, and talked out loud to my cat.
But my friend lent me some new dvds to watch (she just came back from a holiday in China :) ), so I believe I shall settle myself under my mosquitoe net and have a dvd all to myself!
I sure am glad I don't live alone, though. One evening on my own is ok, maybe even kind of nice. Two, I might be able to handle. But give me three or four evenings on my own in a row, and that could be a very frightening though!
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