Alaska.

This is a tale that was passed to me from my dear friend who has been living this year in a house in Alaska doing volunteer work. As you can imagine, she has some incredible stories, most of which she writes on her gorgeous Alaska blog. The best stories, of course, can never be posted where her family can read them: 


Yesterday I woke up and was super sick to my stomach. Took a shower. Still sick. Didn't brush my teeth, because I knew it'd make me throw up. Left the house. On the porch I noticed that it was a super clear morning and it was still pitch black, so I could see every star in the sky. And then I put my head down to walk down the stairs. And immediately vomit next to the driveway.


Have a mildly shitty day, and then I get home, I feel like I should check on my vomit and probably bury it. But when I get back it's frozen, and all the clumps of dirt near it are frozen. So I put a log over it.

And the thing that's sad, or perhaps make it "the worst," is that the thing I ate too late at night was a vegetable stir fry, and if you knew how expensive vegetables are here, and how rare it is that I eat stir fry, you would know the true tragedy of then throwing it up.