Keeping track of Diet Dr Pepper Experiences

Lichvod Purim Katan, my roommate got me a six-pack of mini Diet Dr. Pepper cans (a little over 7 oz instead of 12 and skinny and tall instead of the regular mini cans, which are short and stout) and a mini happy birthday card, which was not only incredibly sweet, but too funny. True story (laughing with you). Thanks, A.

Dr Pepper Through the Ages

Drink a Bite to Eat at 10, 2, and 4

Be a Pepper

Trust Me I'm a Doctor

Nothing Diet About It

On Being Home

So good to be home.

Although, I really enjoyed D.C., it's nice to be home.

I like the fact that when I walk outside, it takes me double the time it should take to walk to a friend's house, since neighbors stop to talk. I like the fact that I can hang out with my family. I like the fact that the fridge is stocked with nectarines and plums. I like the fact that I can be myself here. I like the fact that it's not 90 degrees, humid, and/or thunderstorming. I like the fact that there are no guys. (I may regret that last one.) I like the fact that I saw my high school friends for the first time since our reunion in Israel almost two years ago. I like the fact that I have an endless supply of library books. I like the fact that I don't have to get up before seven in the morning for work. I like the fact that people here don't know what "the Hill" is nor do they realize that interning on said hill is the most menial job one can have (although I am quick to clarify that my job was not glamorous). I like the fact that my house doesn't smell like mold and that there's adequate overhead lighting. I like the fact that I have a car.