I’m back on foreign soil. If you missed me in New York, give me a good reason to come back and see you! I’ll see what can be arranged.
I’m back on foreign soil. If you missed me in New York, give me a good reason to come back and see you! I’ll see what can be arranged.
The city is rumbling on around me. I don’t care. I’m still not balanced out yet. Insomnia struck in the early hours. I think I download a bunch of apps hoping sleep would find me. Sleep must have been on a little vacation. When I did get up to start the day, I was actually sick to my stomach. I nibbled ginger and managed to scrape myself into a pile of human cohesive enough to go out and buy a few needed things. Then it was crash time again. I didn’t nap for a long as I would have liked, but because this was Irena’s day of relative freedom from work, she proposed that we go bike riding. I said, what the heck. I have been in such a state of mind that I could not even begin to be embarrassed by the 10 year old boy zipping around me in mockery of my struggles – or any of the other people on the street there off of Kings Highway.