Sup, World?

So, in case you're wondering where I've been, the answer is in my writing hole.  So deep in my writing hole, in fact, that I'm probably starting to smell musty and dank because it's been so long since I've seen daylight...  But I'm getting stacks upon stacks of words written and I look forward to exciting things like CLEANING and LAUNDRY and SHOWERS as soon as I get just a little bit further. 

But now, I had to share this random anecdote with someone and YOU, lucky internet, get to see it.  Ready?

So I'm living in NYC right?  And it... doesn't fit me well.  I love the shows and the random bands playing in parks during lunch hour and the fact that I can walk everywhere (LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE)... but the rush-rush-my-life-is-so-important-and-I'm-in-a-hurry vibe of New Yorkers doesn't really suit me.  Everyone here is so Busy and Important. It's exhausting.

Case in point.  My birthday is Monday.  My roommate sends me a text.

Roomie:  When do you want to celebrate your birthday?
Me: No plans. Figured you guys were busy with travel so we wouldn't make a thing of it. (Both roommates are out of town all this weekend and next - remember, they are very Busy and Important.)
Roomie: NO! Yes, busy, but we HAVE to celebrate!
Me: I was considering doing trivia on Monday. You're welcome to join me.Roomie: I'd love to! Busy Monday, but I'll try to come after and if I don't make it totally pencil me in for Tuesday!

Um... okay, then...

I am so not Busy and Important enough to be a New Yorker.  I'm gonna go crawl back into my writing hole now.