Hi

So, this may or may not be completely uninteresting.

I'm an Editorial Assistant and an improvisor at the Improv Asylum in Boston. I fully expect everyone reading this to already know that, of course, but I'm flattering myself today and speculating that someday, someone other than my sister and Renee (loveable New Hampshire based best friend) will read it.

This week has been filled with the most insufferable weather in Boston. There's been a lot of wet socks and hate trudges (that's when you're trudging through gross shit and you're filled with particularly firey hate which directs itself at every animate and inanimate object, imagined or actually in your way).

In my mind I keep imagining the Summer and picturing myself blissfully strolling down cobblestone streets, throwing twenty dollar bills at homeless people, mothers handing me their infants to hold, and high fiving crossing guards. I'm blonde in this scenario, by the way, and there's some upbeat but non-intrusive music in the background.

Pretty much like every Summer day I've ever experienced.

So listen, you're great. Bye!