I can't wait to get out of this place.
I close my eyes and I can smell Martha's Vineyard.
Not really, because I have no idea what Martha's vineyard smells like.
I can imagine, though.
It probably smells like fish.
Which is okay, because fish live in the sea.
Which I like.
"There is sea right next to you, Andrew!"
Shut up, it's different.
Fewer bikinis in Martha's Vineyard, probably, but fewer bad things, too.
I think.
Hmm.
On a cheerier note, I have been updating
The Apartment a few times a week.
It is fun and not a drag.
You should check it out if you are bored.
This post is a drag because right now I feel like a drag.
I should go swimming in our pool.
It is warm enough, I think.