Dawn goes to NY

I'm back on Long Island. I arrived at JFK at approximately 1pm on Monday. My flight home was filled with a bad selection of in flight entertainment and drifts in and out of sleep. I followed a familiar looking boy to the airtrain and arrived to Jamaica station, which was prettier than expected. I've never done anything more than change trains at the mysterious and large station. I blindly grabbed what I thought was a Babylon line schedule but it turned out it only gave information as far as Freeport. I estimated my arrival to be 3:20 and alerted Bruce to this fact. I ended up being only one minute off, and walked down the stairs to find Bruce and his yummy sunflower seeds sandwiched between the curb and a bus.

I arrived home and walked around dumbfounded for no reason for a bit. The house was missing the usual full stock of food, except for the snack drawer that consisted of five bags of licorice. My first attempt at eating was strawberries, which ended up being moldy. My second attempt was the pretzels, which ended up being soggy. I can't remember what I settled on, but I know it made me sick. The night before I left, Nik KimEx Cam Steph Rosco and Matt ventured to Ping Pong for all you can eat Dim Sum. Never doing that again, as it took my body 36 hours and a long sleep to recover. The rest of Monday was a blur but I do know I fell asleep around 10 and slept until 8 the next morning, which only a few brief wake ups in the midst. My body adjusted to NY time quicker than my mind. I keep finding myself subtracting five hours from the current time to know what it is in NY which is completely unnecessary when that's where I am.

My time has been spent coastering. I just received a wholesale order for 24 sets that I'd like to ship out by Saturday, but that's dependent upon me getting to Lowes tomorrow for more tiles, and to a few craft stores looking for a particular style of scrapbooking paper. I'm hoping the humid weather doesn't keep my coasters from drying in their usual time. Was Long Island always this humid? My body must have adjusted to London's lack of humidity as of late because I've been absolutely miserable the past two days. I've showered countless times, and every piece of clothing that has touched my body (when I've even bothered wearing any) has been tossed into the hamper soon after. I think I have more dirty laundry already since I've been home than I had in the past three weeks in the UK.

I'm listening to Bon Iver, a Bruce suggestion, and I think I'm impressed. Granted, I have a fan going right next to me which means the sound is a bit muffled. I haven't heard from Nik in a day and a half and I'm left to believe he is working ridiculous hours. Temp jobs seem to be few and far between thanks to the struggling economy and I'm hoping I can get something for at least part of the time I'm home. My bank account is slowly dwindling and I'd prefer to not leave NY with nothing to my name. Anyone know anyone who wants lots of coasters? Sell ten sets and I'll bake you cookies.