Back in New York. Miss u, Bahamas.
Not sure what this has to do with the Bahamas, but I really regret not buying it.
I still have two hours before I head to the airport. I got online in my hotel room and was GChatting about work, and then got frustrated, and remembered how much shit I have to do when I get back, and also how it’s not going to be 75 degrees at home, and there’s the whole mess of NEW YORK MEDIA CULTURE that is repugnant, and I will probably have to deal with BOYS again.
I moved out onto the patio so I could look at the ocean and try not to worry.
Per Adam’s request, here’s another picture of Bahamas Cat.
Last night I had a dream
That I walked into a bar in my hotel and there was a man sitting there with a koala in a Baby Bjorn. Even in my dreams this place is magical.
I’m up early, the sun is out, it’s nice and warm. Today is my last day in the Bahamas. I’m free to do whatever I like until I leave for the airport at 3:30. It’s Leap Day and I’m going to make it count.
I ate conch tonight.
Suck my dick, every one of you.
I’m kinda bummed that I didn’t get a picture of myself wearing one of those suits from The Abyss but I was too afraid of having my hands chomped off to bring up the matter.
Of course there’s a fucking rainbow. I QUIT MY LIFE AND I’M NEVER LEAVING. I’D WALK WITH SHARKS EVERY DAY FOR THIS.