We're in Florence. Ten days away from our anniversary. I wanna find work on the coast, probably after the anniversary, and rejuvenate our finances a little. The coast is amazing. Purple streaks across the sky with a calm darkish blue pushing through crossing a bridge going 15 miles an hour with the wind blowing in your face laughing like a corporation who just took over Target. Good times.

I also found Why I Write by George Orwell for a $1.25 at a gas station. Yup. Gonna read the shit outta that.