Dear Body,
You're a champ. The way you've been handling my lifestyle is thoroughly impressive. Keep up the good work because I don't plan on slowing down or sleeping more or anything ridiculous like that. And I'm going to keep going to the gym, too--you'll thank me later.
love,
me
Dear Mind,
This is where it starts to get interesting. And by interesting I mean overwhelming and slightly scary. I know just listening to all that Spanish is making you feel like exploding by the end of the day, but guess what? Now it's time to start reading, too. That endless stack of Freud and Lacan for psicología social isn't going to read itself, and it isn't going to translate itself into English, either. Best of luck.
love,
me
Dear Buenos Aires,
Things are getting pretty serious between us, aren't they? And yeah, we both know New York is waiting for me back home but we've definitely got a good thing going. I think you know how I feel: I love you more all the time, despite your faults. Sometimes the bus takes ten minutes to come and people get robbed and my classes start half an hour late, but I'm staying with you, and I feel good about it.
love,
me
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I had a hard enough time understanding what Lacan was saying when I had to read some in English. Let me know if you think he's a madman or a genius.
becca you are too cute
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