It rained yesterday, and the fog made me happy. I love my new rainboots.

It was really cloudy and depressing the entire day, which makes me happy because I like the cold. Jew and I sat in the Gazebo overlooking Hoboken and Manhattan and had deep philosophical conversations -- well, as philosophical as we can be as 15-16 year olds eating marshmallows.

Meanwhile, while Abigail is scared by this fact, I can content myself with my memories of underground Taipei malls and getting lost in foreign countries, insulting their government first hand, and destroying presidential apartments before I turned 6.
Good times.