Actually, not just the weather in New York has been schizophrenic. My life has been as well. I moved apartments. I’ve fallen in love with my new job. I haven’t gotten sick, which is a little weird. I had a drunkenly sedate 29th birthday peppered with strawberry mojitos and the finest cuisine a little brother can make.
I’m starting up a new column, once I can finish brainstorming .
Time seems to be rushing at fits and starts. Fast slow fast fast slow slow glorious slow.