Man, I haven’t done a fuckin’ thing in the time I have been up here. It’s been wonderful. I sleep in every day until well past noon. I eat at expensive cafes and walk along expensively manicured cobblestone sidewalks. This is the farthest thing from reality. I’m a poor fuck in a rich ski town. Oh well. The scenery is nice and the air is cool and I’m not in California. That’s the best part.

I miss Melissa, even if she cusses me out for my post-work sock placement.