I am a bad blogger.
Summer reruns suck.
I miss the boy. It's been two weeks! He'll be here tomorrow night.
I'm sooooo happy it has yet to hit 90 degrees this summer in NYC. Joy.
Having the washing machine outside my apartment door broken for almost two weeks has made me realize that the day I own my own machines (NON-coin operated, thank you) will be one of the happiest days of my life.
Deadlines at work have somehow snuck up on me.
And I don't really care.
Because I am the master at getting things adjourned.
I still miss Chloe.
Professor Henry Louis Gates, Jr. was probably in the right, but anyone who says "Do you know who I am?" deserves to be smacked.