am sitting at the airport in connecticut with a gigantic coffee. kyle drove me here at 630am it was really foggy and funny we drank root beers.
in s. carolina it's already 64 degrees at 8am.

nostalgia: i was little i hated cranberries and so at thanksgiving i was always forced to eat just one, everyone had to be watching. now i like them but it's still a big scene every year.

update: i ate my cranberry and now am sitting with my cat who used to be a kitten when i left but isn't anymore. he has weight to him and i think he might be considered a real cat. maybe a tween though.