The series of tubes is slow in Farmersville.

So, I packed up all my stuff and drove it home and here I am, smoking cigarettes at the kitchen counter in Farmersville. Oh, what a moment.

I'm sorry I haven't updated yet. Every time I think about how hard it was to pack up all my shit, all the friends I didn't get to say goodbye to, all the fun I'll be missing out on (Sarah and Pat's birth week, other birthdays, Dillo Day, etc.), I get all misty-eyed and want to run back to Chicago and pretend that I'm interning in New York.

But alas, I'm here in Farmersville, setting up appointments to view apartments, ignoring that I haven't yet paid the bills for 1017, and worrying about my parking ticket, which, as of today, I officially owe 60 dollars for. Oops.

I want to tell a funny story or something, but I've got nothing. I did watch "For the Love of the Game" yesterday though and I really liked it. Kevin Costner really has set himself up to only play one character - a baseball player. Maybe it's his wholesome, unfading tan.

Also, my friend Johnny and I watched "How I Met Your Mother" last night and I found it to be a lot like Pat's description of "Scrubs." I think it's funny but I'm not entertained. Though, Neil Patrick Harris is a gem. A sparkly, unscratched gem. Rock.