New Friends

I want to go home. Not that I don't like it here, I do like it to some extent because I get to fall into a routine. But I don't like it because everyone I know is back home.

I bought myself 3 new "friends" for Christmas. For 144RMB. At least they make me smile.

I have named them: Wally, Congo and Gladys.

Although the giraffe is from the cartoon Madagasca, I prefer to give it my own name. I remembered there used to be this comic book called "Where's Wally" or "Find Wally", something like that. It's this tall skinny bespectacled man who would be amongst a huge crowd and you're supposed to spot him. The giraffe reminds me of that character so Wally he shall be.

Congo is so uncreative, but I'm thinking Michael Crichton. Besides, I don't want to give her a crappy cute name. Congo's got some character.

And Gladys, is from my poem "The Cow Who Fell to Earth". Unfortunately she's landed on her butt and can't stand up anymore, hence she is perpetually in that position.

There, I'm not having such a bad time.

At least I'm not THAT alone on Christmas Day.

Merry Christmas everyone.