From     Adia
To         Lena
Date     Mar 30, 2007 1:29 AM

we’re going to china.

<3 Adia

It’s as official as it’s going to get for the moment. Fuck yeah, Shanghai and Hong Kong this August!

Me: “Hey Adia, how big is your hard drive?”

Adia: “Depends on the state of your software.”

* Cue giggles *

We’re like 12.

Sue’s Logitech camera works on my Powerbook now, thanks to the download sent to me by my tech-savvy readers. You guys, naturally, rock. In case you’re wondering, check out this site to convert your PC-only webcam to work on a Mac!

So this morning, Sam calls me at six fucking a.m. after getting home from barhopping with his friends. God knows how, but I wake up enough to turn on Skype. Hallelujah, he actually sees me on video! We proceed to chat for a couple hours before falling asleep (on webcam) and waking up (on webcam) to chat some more (on webcam). Lame, I know.

I’ve come to the conclusion that this is the most bearable way to deal with 100+ miles of physical separation. Modern technology — gotta love it.

I’m taking it quite easy this weekend. No alcohol or major partying. And next weekend is my show, so I’ve definitely got to be good until that’s over. Spring Break (for me, at least) starts March 22nd. I arrive in Philadelphia 6:30 p.m. that night with Adia to follow on Friday. As the first of my friends to meet Sam, she is pretty much guaranteed an insanely entertaining time. Can’t wait to see him and take on Philly part trois!

… when she changes your iCal entry for Fridays at noon from “Mindfulness Group Therapy” to “Drink with Adia.”

In completely unrelated news, does anyone know where I can get a Mac-compatible webcam for $50 or less? I’ve been on a not-so-successful mission this week.

You know your Lent resolution is in trouble when a phone conversation about Eastern philosophy gets you horny enough to start covertly masturbating. In my defense, I hadn’t heard his voice in a week, so forgive me if I felt a little frisky the other night.

With the cellular wedged between my ear and shoulder, I reached beneath my panties and found my clit with my index while continuing to mutter the requisite uh-huh’s and yes’s as his spiel went on. It’s not that I didn’t find his critique fascinating. I love his brain; I was just that much more distracted by the thought of his cock.

Besides, with the exception of that evening’s shameful behavior, sex has hardly been on my mind since I’ve returned from New York (every time I write that sentence it means less and less considering the frequency of my travels). Between producing a show (tickets on sale NOW at the box office) and finishing edits on a freelance piece, I’ve barely had time for class, much more sex. Okay, who am I kidding? Sextracurriculars always trump academics.

But that’s beside the point. Even when I have time to contemplate sex, I only treat it as a theoretical possibility. I’ve vowed to ditch all the boys of last season, thus leaving no local hookups. The only way I can have sex is if I leave Boston … which come to think of it, happens monthly anyway.

My next trip isn’t until the first weekend of my spring break. I’m flying into Philadelphia the evening of March 22nd. Adia joins me the day after and together, we shall wreak havoc through Penn and our eventual destination: New York. Until then, it’s all about getting through the very stressful month with no sexual distractions to speak of. It’s a good thing my favorite man lives over a hundred miles away…