So I ask the turkish man who icq’d me today:
nightmare: hi… wanna talk to a stranger
hadjare: Um. Does hadjare means some thing to you?
nightmare: it means a turkish name : hacer is it
I think for lunch I am going to see if that place in Evanston has any good shoes. I really do need a new pair. Oh, and Sigrid sent me a cool postcard that she made from the pictures that she took from in front of her house. I will scan it and put it up a little later.