I have been brutally busy for days and days and days and now, nothing. I am happy for the peace.

I was going to do some chores around the house, but as I can see a little sun, my only thought is “Fuck chores.” Really, fuck ’em. I think walking down to Harvard Square and glimpsing the dirty hippies selling their dirty hippie wares at the MayFair might be just the antidote to a couple of weeks devoted to nightlife. Sometimes you got to get a little sunshine in your life.

OK, I’m not an animal; I loaded the dishwasher and turned it on. I’m a chore churning collosus.

Off to see the sun.