Kick the Chair

I'm searching for an armchair. Like the nice ones old people sit on while using a typewriter. Well not actually, just because the chair provided in the room is so damn uncomfortable. I'm actually using my desk this year, so I need a chair. I walked with my phone directions, trying to walk to IKEA, only to find out that it's far and only bus accessbile. That's so lame shit right there. I turned around couldn't find anything, so I got breakfast. This was all before 9 am. The search goes on!

And check out Cheb I Sabbah. Very impressive. Props to my cousin Ankita for the recommendation,

THE WEEKEND

So I'm home for the weekend, and damn does it feel weird. No subway station, zero external interference whatsoever. Who would of thought that was possible? Definitely not me. I ran errands today, and driving a car was very strange to me. Even though it's not like a forgot how to drive. It's just that I acclimated myself to elevators and subways, that an automobile has become like a vestigial organ, utterly useless unless it implodes. Cheers to New Jersey, it keeps me real!