I dont know why it has been such a repulsive idea to blog.
I think that whenever I accomplish something, I into a little depression.
Also...what to say? Im here. I am here.
I am here.
And its fall. The air has a crispness and a chill that I can only recall from my childhood.
...and the leaves are changing.
I got a job that works me to the bone. 48 hours a week at a restaurant. I have been working too much.
I also think too much.
But New York City...