My home, also known as "Just south of Hamilton" also known as "Cayuga" also known as "Somewhere between Caledonia and Cayuga" and most accurately known as York. It's a tiny town, there are actually more people living in my current apartment building than live in York.
But here I am at home, trying to suppress my rage at (and get a better tan than) my friends who are visitting California this week. Jerks.
Actually I am really happy for them. They deserve a vacation more than anyone I've known, and I hope that they have a lot of fun down there. But don't tell them that I said that. I would hate to seem like I'm softening up.