lacey

I left my window open and heater on. Yesterday morning I woke up drenched in sweat and my room smelled like Florida and the house on Rose Avenue. I was homesick for the rest of the day and watched The Andy Griffith show at work in hopes that it would help the somber feeling wear off. It didn’t of course, if anything I think it made it worse. Sometime’s I think the midwest isn’t so horrible. We have four seasons, tater tot casserole, and whiny boy bands (my favorite genre) and other times I’ve cried over how much I hate it here. I hate the cold, I hate the lack of seafood restaurants, and I hate that people call the lakes beaches.