The Kitchen

I was in my small kitchen last night before work, and I realized I liked it.  It was starting to look worked in.  It was telling me that my life, as it stands, is pretty good. It sucks though.  V is still down in H2-town and I'm still here in K-town.

I was telling V the other day that I still use my blogspot to leave mental notes like this. I guess I should just call it my journal.  I told her if she wanted, she could go back to when I was in college and see what I was writing about. She laughed.