Okay, I still want more time to spend here, but now that the clock is ticking down to when I start the four hour drive to the airport, I'm incredibly antsy and just want to go go go go go already! Everything is packed, including the four kilos of candy I bought at lunchtime. It's all these milk-based candies covered in silver leaf -- very marzipan-ish, except for the whole silver leaf thing -- in mango and cashew and fig and something that tastes like candied pineapple except it isn't, and a bag of little spicy things that look like rugelach except they aren't.
Because a coworker took me shopping during lunch, I missed out on the last lunch in the company cafeteria, and had to order a Pizza Hut after all. I know it sounds stupid to say given a) the hotel I've been in and b) the fact that I've only been away for a week, but seriously? Drinking a Pepsi felt So. Decadent. Mmmmmmmmm suuuugar!
It's probably no surprise to anyone, but the thing I'm most excited about doing when I get home is calling people and actually TALKING to them on the TELEPHONE. I'm on the phone all the time -- and not having my cellphone (which also serves as my watch) in my pocket at all times has been weird.
Also, did I mention that one of the CDs I bought, I have no idea what kind of music is contained inside, but I chose solely based on the name on the front of the CD? I honestly think this is another one of those lost in translation moments, and if you know any better, please feel free to correct me, but honestly. How could I resist a CD called "Jism" ?
Hee hee hee hee yes. I am twelve.
In other news? NEW YORK HOME WOOOO!