"January has issues with her mother, February is always talking about things he wants to do while March does them, April eats sweets and May pays for them, June is the oldest but not the wisest and July always has an opinion on everything. August never stops trying do the right thing, even if he doesn’t always know what that is. September once saw something so sad, she never stopped crying. October holds the lift for anyone, vice-presidents and street-sweepers alike (for his memory, not for theirs) and November makes fun of him for this. December is tired but always hopeful. He has never once stopped believing.
Monday’s obviously a bastard, quite literally as dad can’t remember what or who he was doing. Tuesday’s temperamental but okay as long as you stay on her good side. Wednesday doesn’t say much and Thursday sometimes hums just to break the silence. They’re in love. Friday’s always wasted and she and Saturday hold each other tightly until their delirium fades.
But Sunday, Sunday knows she’s the end. But she closes her eyes, and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart that really, she’s the dawn."
I have no idea where this originated, but I think it's really beautiful and holds some kind of funny made up truth.
It's pouring rain here, all of a sudden, at 10:30pm or so (it usually rains in the early evening) and there's something really amazing about Saigon when it rains. We needed it; we were all wandering around like lobsters in a steam bath. It will probably be flooded in the morning, but at least I'll sleep well tonight. Auf Wiedersehen! German, Vietnamese, French.. they're all starting to sound the same...
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