202.

202.

The telephone area code for Washington DC.
A Smith number,
and the number of days I've been calling the US of A home.
Weird.

In 193 days my visa will expire, I guess technically I'm just over halfway through.
Even weirder.

Fall officially started Monday two weeks ago. It is yet to get under 27c and I am almost certain Fall is a myth created by the Starbucks marketing team to help sell their Pumpkin Spiced Latte, and to help every other American justify putting pumpkin in everything. But hey, I'm not here to judge.

Last weekend a couple of friends and I went into Fort Lauderdale to see The Maze Runner at the dine-in movies.Ordering yum food mid movie to have delivered directly to your seat? Yes please. Not taking out a mortgage against my non-existent assets to go the movies? Double yes please.

Sometimes, Lauren and I text each other to inform the other about the consistency of our meal replacement shakes and whether or not we achieved the perfect water-powder ratio. Life in America is thrilling folks.

I watched Under the Tuscan Sun last night in my pjs while eating ice cream and chocolate brownie. Alone. Now I am currently trying to work out the logistics of moving to Tuscany and buying a villa to live in with my pregnant gay best friend. Since I don't have a pregnant gay best friend or the finances, the odds are looking slightly against me. Unfortunate.

I have no fascinating things left to ramble about, sad. I'm going to go to the gym and then find an indie cafe to have lunch in to counteract my workout. Happy Sundays.