I miss New York more than words can say right now. Specifically Astoria, the N, the East River, and the stupidly perfect life I threw away for stupid grad school. Which I suppose is kind of bi-polar considering my last entry, but screw U Chicago, screw academia, and screw Carl Schmitt.

I want to be back in Astoria, living mere blocks from the view in my icon. I should not be pathetically crying because I recognize Queens scenery on TV, I should BE there.