craving warm baths with peppermint soap over and over again like an addiction. shoulders sinking beneath the barely bearable hot and my exhale on the full immersion. rainy days, water with lemon and peppermint baths. it's all getting so kitsch over here.

building my new york city routine. the hello kitty alarm clock wakes me up and i hit the ground running. i look out the window just to verify that it is still raining. plan some things. worry a bit. collect the free weeklies and independent newspapers and bring them home like a squirrel hoarding food. pile of reading material on the coffee table.

interview at the bookstore tomorrow. the one i have been craving to work at. part time. i need to work in a bookstore. the smell of books will keep me sane and the cash will pay off the credit cards i used to buy books when i was a teenager. i hope i get it.

i think i hear the footsteps of the rain again.

i think that our government has traded our weather for London's in yet another sneaky scheme.