Well I’m back from vacation. New York is the greatest place on the face of the earth. Really, it is. I wrote some notes down and plan to put a mini diary of my trip up when I’m done helping S with the mountain of laundry. Its good to be home, but I miss the pace and the city. It’s exciting, full of life. It’s hard to explain, but it makes me feel like I’m more alive when I’m there.
The highlights include great food, great times, etc.
My boss has the radio on and there is a Japanese version of Love Potion No. 9 playing, freaky.