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| One of my fave things to do is stand on the sidewalk and peer into the East Village Radio booth, much to the horror of my offspring. I really ask for so little out of life. |
Another Friday night finds me at home.
Save for a quick writing trip earlier out to a tiny coffee shop where everything is served in robin's egg blue cups and saucers, I spent most of the day and night in my grungy tenement working. Writing and working for free, which is what adjuncts often do.
Around lunchtime, my friend who works in midtown decided to come down from his office and bring lunch in. And then he had to travel all the way back.
Around lunchtime, my friend who works in midtown decided to come down from his office and bring lunch in. And then he had to travel all the way back.
Tonight, plans were thwarted right and left.
Twenty-nine degrees outside. The coldest it's been all winter.
I put some words together. I heard Barbara Streisand sing Bowie's "Life on Mars." It's been a strange evening.
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