Fibronostalgia

Hey guys, remember those awesome Memorial Day picnic times? Well, you can revel in the joy once again, because Suzy posted some of her pictures to Facebook and I yanked them but quick.

Post-water balloon fight. By the way, that is actually me in the picture, not some stand-in.







Daniel and Suzy caught in an intimate moment. I like Daniel's model face.










Hey guys, remember that time on the Fourth of July when we went up on the roof but couldn't see anything so we went to Riverside Park? Of course you do! By good fortune Suzy also put some of those up.

Right after this we went and stood on the edge, teetering all the while.







Thanks to Mark for providing the rooftop.







I should have asked Mark to take a picture of my viewer while taking a picture of Suzy's iPhone... but that would have been a bit too insane.








Since I had so much work to do tonight, I drank one of the espressos that I had chilling in the fridge. I've taken to bringing them home from work in baggies for later, because I'm a hoarder and that's what hoarders do. Well anyway, it's a good thing I did, because I couldn't have gotten everything done being a yawnypants. What else helped: Grooveshark. I love it and can't do anything without it anymore.

Now I'm all hungry since it's been so long since dinner, but I don't want to eat anything and I certainly don't want to get a glass of water because I'll just be up at 5:30 going to the bathroom. And Daniel killed a bug in there yesterday and I will be darned if I sit down in the dark and touch a cockroach that's hanging out on the toilet paper roll or something.

In good news, I bucked up and paid most of my (six-month-old) library fees. My Queens card had been deactivated for some reason so they gave me a nice shiny new NYPL one. I wasn't even charged the $1 replacement fee because I've never had a NYPL card before. The library on 100th and Amsterdam is a sad, sad place. The outside is this brownish tan brick and inside everything looks old. There are even retro fans bolted to the walls from the pre-air conditioning era. And their fiction collection could have done with some improvement.