(Nov 29) It’s become crazy time. My landlord is liquidating his life’s possessions. I’m trying to keep mine from going out the door with his. Still don’t know where I’m going to land, and Port Jefferson doesn’t feel like home because of it.
Viza gave me this. I wonder if Josh still has his?
The town has decorated for the season and its Dickens Festival
The car still feels like something new and transient in my life
This pre-seasoned chicken was all that seemed suitable. It was horrible.
My gesture toward the holiday.
Tick tick tick. That’s the sound of Port Jefferson running out.
This blob is Thanksgiving dinner. I made it in my crockpot and microwave. Around here, that’s called a gourmet meal.
Anyway, the purpose behind this is I was experimenting with a direct phone-to-WordPress plugin. It still needs work. Who knows when I’ll get back to it.