03.04.08 :: 9:11 am
Thursday we get to see Oliver and confirm he's not a toddler. After a near miss today on the street involving an idiot who swerved into our lane because he was, I dunno, bending over to pick something up while driving, I am safely at work with an elevated heart rate. Did I mention fuck this city? Anyway, things not helping matters: But I'm working through it. We'll be back in Brooklyn soon enough, and this will all have seemed like a strange, terrible, disturbing dream. Like breastfeeding a 2 year old. |