Now what? I remember last time I was here two years ago. Memories, memories, memories... I was utterly depressed. Tears just kept rolling down and I just couldn't help myself. Things of course are a little different now. I am not as... how should I put it? Well, am certainly not depressed and am not crying as much. Well, of course, KQ is stuck downstairs still.
Time alone.
Just like the last time.
Yeah, yeah... I remember throwing a fit.
Why on earth did I choose to be in NY this year? DOGS.... GADGETS... YEAH!