I miss the city. My days are filled, attempting to intellectually stimulate high school students and by the time I leave work, I don't want to think for myself.
I'm in desperate need of company, people with similar senses of humor, good taste in literature, and an ability to memorize important works of art like The Big Lebowski.
I miss Joseph.
I hate the recession and I want to go home.
Obama, please say the right thing. Don't mess this up. Give the people some hope. Tell me it's going to get better soon. Tell me I can go home again.
