Today I hate it here.

Some days, I like Cleveland. Some days I don't. Most days I miss Austin. Today I hate it. Mostly because today it's pretty and sunshiney and there's an art festival in downtown Lakewood and I'm at the beautiful newly remodeled library working on a chapter. You'd think this would be a day when I love it. But no, it just makes me think of Austin and how the library in Austin is better, the art festivals in Austin are prettier, the sun is brighter, the people are nicer. Some days I just compare, which isn't really fair, but I don't care. I'm a poet, by the way.