One hour until I load my body and its baggage onto the Amtrak. My train is slightly delayed so I'm having a brew at B&C, of course learning all about potato foam from Dane as he sips his own frothy flagon. I was excited to have a solid pre-train poo before I left here, but rounded the corner to find the men's bathroom tagged with the notice: Out of Order, please use women's restroom. But the lady's water closet was also marked out of order, and beyond that, the door was locked! The toilets appear to be backed up and not draining, and I'm not going to risk leaving a poo in their floor drain just as I abandon my beautiful work-home for a month. Julie would never forgive me. Karen would have to clean it up, and I could never forgive myself for that.

Getting ready to do this feels a lot different than heading off to Peru. Because it's not a first. Even though it absolutely is.

I hope Thailand likes me. I hope I'm a good and satisfactory hostess. I hope Thailand enjoys its stay.

I'm going to become a woman in Thailand.

I will never become a woman.

I'm becoming a drunk little white boy in Nebraska right now, and Thailand is waiting to meet me. For me to greet it, and welcome it into my home. I'm going to entertain it, well and good!

All for now, can't stop thinking about wanting to have the farewell poo. Maybe I'll walk someplace else. But it won't be the same.

Pretty dang soon, nothing will be the same. Again! Maybe I'll become a writer. Maybe I'll learn how not to abuse my guests. Maybe Thailand and I will have lady-boy non-penetrative erotic play. Maybe I'll become a singing star. Probably.

I love you, Nebraska and Lincoln. The weather treated me just right this evening on the Critical Mass ride, and a delicious sweet potato quesadilla at Pepe's. Good company with Steven and Taylor. Crab apple sneaky sweet delight. And now it's farewelling me with a thunder storm of the century. It's REALLY coming down as they say. As red-beard just said, the cinnamon roll night baker. I had a dream about shaving off his crayon-red beard a few weeks ago. I miss that dream.

I wish I was more psychotic. Maybe this trip will make me psychotic. But not violent. I hope The Compound actually happens. Dark feelings tell me it won't.

Shucks, Thailand. I've gotta get some sleep or I'll be in no mood to keep you properly and zestfully entertained. I'll see you soon, my love.

I'm glad things are good with my parents now, before I leave. Wish I couldv'e seen AJ. Things are good though. I got to see everybody. Leaving on good notes. In a key of C. Can-knee Can DeWitt does it again. Strikes again.

Sorry people who might read this. I'm drunk and not even in Thailand yet.



Just you WAIT!


Dearestly,
Kanky