I’m home, now. The hardest part of reacquainting myself will be turning off the slacker drawl and acting like a fast-paced East Coast asshole again. Not for long, thankfully. Also, some malodorous…

“I was up this morning blues walking like a man.” Okay, so I wasn’t exactly feeling blue, and not exactly walking–it was more like up this morning sleepily driving Ilya to work…