Right as rain.

The past few days has been doing nothing in particular with good friends. I went home for a hot second to Staten Island, because I really missed my family and they will be away for the next few days. I use the term "home" loosely because, honestly, when I was there... I didn't feel like I lived there anymore, at all.

I came back Friday night because I was under the impression that I would have to do at least 30 checkouts Saturday morning. Of course, I did one checkout in the morning. Tomorrow I rise at 5am to on the island for a friend's father's funeral.

I dreamed last night that I was in Maine with my friends and did not want to leave. So, much, in fact, that I was crying. A turtle crossing the road was also featured in this dream. I'm not sure what this means.

This week I have nothing planned, except getting cash money on Thursday... Speaking of plans...

Cole and I plan on making dance music together sometime real soon. It will be sure to blow your mind and make your heels grow four inches. Plus, your skin will grow neon.

So of course, I use the picture where he looks like George Michael and I look like Cyndi Lauper.