Sinister: how could I resist?

[Sean Howell]

Dearest Sinister,

Despite the fact that it's only ink polaroid day for another 10 minutes 
here, and that the keyboard I'm typing on has a malfunctioning space bar, I 
still am going to take part in Ink Polaroid Day!  So without further ado, 
here I go.

**It's cold, probably 33 degrees, the sky is the dark shade of grey that it 
typically is in Maryland during the month of Janurary, and it's raining on 
me.  A raindrop spattered Kamel Red Light hangs from my mouth, and my 
glasses are in dire need of a good drying off.  The look on my face says one 
thing, and one thing only..."Sean, you silly boy, how could you leave the 
umbrella next to the front door??"  Oh well, fortunately Tydings Hall is 
only a few yards away.**

**The sky is uncharacteristically blue for this time of year, especially 
given the weather we've had here as of late.  I sit in my well worn old car, 
with Kristina in the passanger seat.  I'm wearing brown corduroys, the white 
short-sleeved collared shirt I had procured the day earlier, and pedals of 
the car are being worked by a pair of red and white trainers.  Speeding past 
the windows are rolling hills, and quaint farms in the distance.  We are 
approaching the mountains, and the look of laughter is on our faces as we 
are discussing the fabled Hello Kitty vibrator.  All seems well in the 
world, needless to say.**

**It's a brisk day, and I've happily found myself in the passanger seat, 
which is incedentally on the side I am accustomed to driving on, of a very 
handsome and noteworthy automobile.  Yes indeed, Max.  We are driving to get 
some coffee, and I'm enjoying lovely stories of Glasgow.  In the lower 
corner of the picture one can see me going for the non-existant brake pedal 
with my right foot, as I'm quite used to having to do so quite frequently 
when sitting on this side of a car.  You can also see the look of amusement 
on my face that is a result of having tried to press a pedal that is not 
there.  However if you didn't look closely, you might not ever know just 
what I found so funny.**

Phew, I did it, and with 3 whole minutes to spare.  I am ever the 
procrastinator!  Well, I should wrap this up quickly so it's still being 
sent on the right day.  Before I go I just want to give a *HUGE* public 
thank you to the people who sent me gifts for the sinister xmas gift 
exchange...they all were wonderful and truly lit up my holidays.  In fact, 
I'm using one of my Bowling coasters right this very instant!  Well, I'm 
just barely making it, so off this goes!  Sleep well fair Sinister.
Love and Procrastination,
Sean

P.S. - Ulla, Ritva, and Dimitra, I will send you emails this week. :)





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