The lack of spring this year would have been complete had my allergies not acted up, costing me $75 and counting. Another source of failure comes from the way I organize my pictures by month - May has not been fruitful on that account. June 2 finds me without my camera, and tomorrow is Friday but there are no plans for fun. Where are the pictures to take?
I wanted more than anything to leave New York in June or July, and my chances of escaping dwindle with each passing day and rising airline ticket. This means that really, I need to do something about that broken closet rod and resultant pile of clothing on my desk. The more I leave, the more I bring back, so maybe the fates have conspired to strand me in my city this summer.
|i can make infused vodkas with all that time at home|