Home is where your dog is.

This is my dog, Nikki. He's old but cute :3 He was giving me his paw in this picture, which is why it came out blurry...that and I couldn't take a good picture to save my life.

I'm home now. It's ok I guess, though it kind of feels like just yesterday that I was here. I'm excited to eat lunch wraps, hug a poodle, and eat nommy pizza.

I gave up cursing for lent. It's been difficult, especially with the large amounts of intolerable people that flood city streets nowadays. This was further exacerbated by the fact that I stupidly decided to walk 12 DC blocks in the middle of a rainstorm with no umbrella and heavy luggage, only to discover that they had moved the bus station. WHO THE F$@* does that?!?!?. Anyways, yeah. No cursing.right. But i slept for 40 mins on the bus. And no more philosophy paper. That was nice.


"I am accustomed to sleep, and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake."
-Rene Descartes, Meditations