The nuts that are my friends...

...and the little things that make me realize exactly why I love them all as much as I do:

The fact that S smses me regularly at every outing or event that I’m missing out on in Kuwait to give me the play-by-play scoop for the night, just to make sure I’m always kept in the loop. Makes me wonder what his mobile bills are like these days.

The fact that every time (male) A is on msn when I’m on he sends me a message opening with “pbuh!” and then jumps right into conversation. That, and the fact that every time I pick up my copy of “Orientalism” I think of him (“…and all”).

The fact that G sent me a message yesterday while I was in the library, offering to (brilliantly) protect my honour in the face of impending warfare with my neighbours, and then proceeded (as always) to compliment my ever-deteriorating Italian (just being polite, I’m sure, which makes it all the sweeter!).

The fact that (female) A is the only person in the world (other than telemarketers) who actually calls me on my home phone, and calls on a regular basis to check in on me and chat, just like my family does.

And then there’s P...and the fact that, whenever I call him to say goodnight and accidentally end up waking him up (which is almost every night!), he doesn’t care that I’ve disturbed his sleep and I can immediately hear the smile in his voice.

Just a few things I thought about tonight while in the library, which calmed me down in the midst of all my multiple levels of stress.