I was on my way to a Lizummer (that's a Liz-approved version of a summer vacation for those of you not in the know) doing community service and living the American dream: freedom. Freedom from work, the kind you get paid for, because who wants that nonsense for a full twelve months out of the year, am I right? ..Except those of you that need it to get by, which... I commend you.
But NAY. Nay. Here I am in the same old city... Jump-to-the-Futuring it ahead of time and now there's no champagne, probably no Spanish tapes I can afford just yet, and no JACK? ARE THERE EVEN TAPES? It's 2014, I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S UP ANYMORE.
I would kill to hear a "Good god, Lemon, wake up" right about now.
...Sooooo, hi. I'm Liz. I'm not always this emotional. You should know it's because I haven't eaten yet and have no food to talk to, but I'm working on it.