My tongue hurts

Hey Family,

I just wrote a good email but because of this internet cafe's user-friendly design it was lost because apparently you're not allowed to minimize a window.
We're well into In-Week 2009 and have had a nice time sharpening our saws and listing to fireworks that never seem to stop. For P-day we strolled around town looking at the winter festivities that managed to last through the actual celebration. The most obvious evidnce that some kind of party took place is the vivid green and red splotches of color frozen into the sidewalks and spots next to trash cans. Don't forget the yellow ones, but those aren't really a seasonal thing.
The best part about the Ice Village at town center this year was that it had some kind of space theme and the ice bridge entering said wonderland was flanked with two 12-foot tall ice carved Optimus Primes!
I couldn't believe it, we entered a different way so from behind I thought they were Big Toy soldiers or Nutcrackers but no, they were none other than more than meets the eye himself captured in 12-foot frozen glory. Pictures were taken and awesomeness was documented.
My tongue hurts and it may or may not be because I stuck it to one of the various ice castles and found it hard to retrieve, and then stuck it on to another to get a picture of retrieval leaving a blood smear behind. How am I supposed to pronounce the difference between "Ш" and "Щ" with a cankered tip of tongue?! And "Ц" is just going to be pure agony.
Transfers are next week and there's a 99.0 percent chance elder Taylor's leaving and a fig knows if I'm staying for another or not. Until then, don't let those evil robots win.

Love,
Elder Magtron