One of many awkward me-affiliated places. Time-Dependent SemiPublic Memory Bank, Super Secret Dumping/Proving Ground, Displaced Miscellany Collection, 3 Hours in the Future (EST)
Off to get lost in Egypt. If this were Raiders, I’d be in Marion mode, but as my folks will be there, it’ll be way more like a gender dysmorphic Last Crusade, but with 2 Sean Connerys. Ping the consulate if I don’t reemerge from the desert before mid-January. If anything happens: love.
Note: It is distinctly possible that at that point, due to immersion, I’ll only speak in hieroglyphics. (Turning right, pointing, pointing, cat, cat, bird!) Upside: I’ll be just as relatable.
Addendum for Prospective Thieves: I still use cardboard box furniture and a TV I paid $50 for in 2003. I also have nosy neighbors with itchy dialing fingers. Also, there’s the mummy’s curse! It’s SO not even worth it.
Addendum for Unswayed Prospective Thieves: Please don’t turn on the heater. The labmate coming by to check the mail will get comfortable and I find strangers in my bed when I am not there uber-creepy. Also, heat’s not cheap.