And I'm home. I must say it is rather choice to be back. The ride home was quite an ordeal. There was snow and ice and mountains and pistol whiping. When you are going 30 MPH on the LIE at 3am and you can't pass a oil truck because he is weaving all over the road you think, 'yeah i feel safe, I should do this more often.'

At one point I actually had to follow behind a plow truck. And then the lights went out and the moon was swallowed up by a black hole. Thankfully I had my trusty flashlight of truthitude and it doth created a becon in the darkness of my soul. And from hence forth there twas the streets were free from the oppressive snow. I followed a sugar cookie rainbow to the carmel rivers until I made to suburban long island.

In other news I watched Project Runway on Bravo. I thought it was going to be a train wreck but it turned the tables on me and now I want to see more. I've been away from TV for so long, I forgot how much I loved it.