I did not miss rain when I lived in Las Vegas. I hate hate hate precipitation. I know it is good for the earth and prevents droughts but, godammit, it's also very inconvenient. I went out for like five minutes before -- Katherine doesn't have coffee or a coffeemaker in her apartment so I had to make a Starbucks run -- and I came back literally soaking wet. Starbucks is a block and a half away. Stupid Noreaster. Bite me, Mother Nature.
Jessica and I went out Friday night and for some reason it did me in. Between moving, and starting a new job, and not having a place to live my little, teeny brain is very tired and I did nothing this weekend but sleep. I drank and slept. I'm officially the laziest sack-of-something on the planet. Katherine has a very comfortable bed and a very comfortable couch and a very warm apartment, all of which are conducive to a coma. So between texting people in Las Vegas, watching the Food Network and sipping on cider, I haven't accomplished very much.
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