Some Things

I don’t know who I thought I was, banging out a 23 hour trip to New York specifically to see one person for two hours, but here I am, back on a bus to Boston. While in New York (and the past five days, in fact, so don’t get it twisted), I drank my calories rather than ate, and talked too much about too many aspects of my life. C’est la vie, as they say, but some very serious detox/re-evaluation on how I conduct my life has to be employed.

Also, there is a woman sitting next to me on the bus who is eating a bagel and I am about three seconds from stealing it from here. Ohhhhhh complex carbs, the things I’d do to you right now.