wwcitizen | Home again, home again

Home again, home again jiggity jig. Don't know where that originates, but my dad always said it. I'm waiting for Matthew to pick me up from the scary and eerily astrologically decorated Newark train station. We were here just a mere two days ago after fighting our way through traffic and rain for me to leave. We were so stressed that before I left and just after dinner, we bought a pack of Camels. We both smoked one apiece and I kept the pack, which I finished smoking today. And, no, that's not why I did poorly bowling, mind you; smoking helped me destress from my crappy scores, and they make beer taste that much better. plus, it was cool feeling like a true grit / redneck, smoking, drinking, and bowling for almost two days.

It'll be good to be home. It got cold here quickly!