I'm tired, but I said I'd write every day, so here I am.
My day at work was good as usual, but my washer leaked, the floors look a mess from three dogs combined with Florida summer rains, and I ate half the loaf of chocolate chip banana bread (which turned out delicious, by the way). I'm kind of a wreck today.
Nym has a vet appointment tomorrow morning, and I have a surprise day off. I could go to the beach, but I am going to get this place in tip top shape so I can enjoy the weekend.
By enjoy, I mean get more stuff done around the house. Ah, the joys of home ownership.
Did anyone else watch the Broadway cast of The Lion King and Aladdin have a sing-off in LaGuardia Airport? Go watch it. It's awesome. It makes me want to go to NYC.
I miss the northeast. West Palm is too nice. I can see too much sky, there is no subway, and it smells like good food and coffee. I just want to be in a city that has really tall buildings and smells kind of bad sometimes. I want to walk by rude people that bump in to me, flip me off, and say "fuck you," not rich ladies in Lilly Pulitzer that give me dirty looks just for existing.
It has been almost nine months since I've been home. I guess I'm just feeling really homesick today. Tomorrow will be better. Everything is better on Fridays.
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