I'm back. We're back.
Two Sunday arrivals in a row. It's an exhausting taxi back from the airport to find a stark apartment with two dead poinsettias inside. They look frozen. I'm going to keep them for their withering effect and their symbolic representation of winter vegetation. (lame)
Moving on to better events, it's time for a public opinion poll on the continuation of my young years here with you all (ya'll for Geraud).*
2010 Move Away Generator X2
Please select from the following options and submit your desired choice(s) in the comments section followed by an artistic emoticon.
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A) Finish dissertation, move to New Orleans in April, Find Job, Ride Bicycle, Send for my Man
B) Fool's dissertation, move to New Orleans in February, Ride Bicycle, Resent Past Choices, Find Job, Accept and Cherish past choices followed by learned experiences, Send for my Man
C) Finish dissertation, sit on CV until details emerge clearly, Stay in Liverpool until further notice, Find Job, Complain about ERthing
D) Fool's dissertation, join army, Risk life for country which imposed horrendous student loans on Children before allowing them the right and pleasure of excessive alcohol consumption, Adopt stray kitten
E) Order food on the internet, convince Delivery person to write dissertation, eat some pizza/bread, acknowledge the ill-effects of fast food, Detox, move back to somewhere
F) Play the lottery daily, leisurely browse the internet and live vicariously through the acts of others while consuming minimum resources, WIN the lottery, overconsumption, religious awakening, sudden and tragic foot injury
G) Force my Man into the music industry singing covers of French Classics, Generate Geraud's Greatest Hits of 2010, book seasonal gigs in New Orleans and all other choice destination, spurious bicycle activity included
H) Write papers for undergraduate students, ride bicycle, location free, feed cookies to my Man.
The choice is yours.
* Since hanging out with Seth, my Man has taken to saying everyday with a pronounced Texan accent which results in a world resembling 'ER-day' or 'Erreyday' or 'Eur-I-Day"
This is what I see when I look out the window at approximately 8am. Somewhere there is a sun, but not here. It's the strangest thing. It's as if there is light without the sun which is a curious and thought-inducing phenomenon for someone who grew up in the Sunlight. 
