Independence Day landed on a Wednesday this week. A mini weekend in the middle of the week. I decided to watch the fireworks in Washington DC, because they’re supposed to be the best in the country, and because I was tired of avoiding things just because they have an association with the orange devil. Boy, was it a big mistake. The celebration in ( Read more... )

It was one of those days you don't know whether to cry or scream. Work piled up in a mountain. Everyone wants everything immediately, sending negative energy of how stupid you are that you "just don't get it." It's hard to see past it when you are in the middle of it. I got home around 8pm and all I wanted was to crawl in bed and shut out the world ( Read more... )