Blogging as Procrastination

I can't really admit to being busy. I have, however, driven 1500 miles in the past two weeks, not including what I racked up for work (which reminds me...). Headed back home a lot, home meaning both Jersey and NYC. Achilles now officially has a crash pad on Mott St. Very apropos. It might have the cleanest bathtub south of Houston, thanks to me. I've also had about 2 colds in the same amount of time. Regardless, I should also be out doing returns for work but decided to wait for the delivery of some ridiculous Chinese chest from Mike's parents instead. There's always tomorrow...