Someone lives here!
Did anyone lose this pendant?
"I Work an Extra Hour Everyday, So I Get Every Other Monday Off"
Woke up, rode my bike across Brooklyn to interview a friend as research for a performance I'm working on.
Then, went to the first day of a week-long performance workshop taught by one of my heroes.
Got held up talking to the instructur and arrived a half hour late to my internship--where I acutally accomplished what I was supposed to accomplish.
Went to the Strand--bought "The Old Man and the Sea".
Went to Think Coffee--ran into a not-so-close friend that I love and met about a year ago.
Tried to talk to my mom on the phone, but the air conditioning guy showed up and she had to go. ("It's going to cost a fortune to fix this thing!").
Ran into a friend on the street who was as happy to see me as I was to see her.
Rode my bike to Times Square to go to a workshop about fundraising: trying the whole time just to beat the rain.
Started to get a headache at the same time I was locking my bike outside the Hard Rock Cafe. (Locked eyes with the employee who is charged with opening the front door of that building for tourists--perhaps the only persin in New York City with a worse job than me).
Realized that I don't drink enough water.
Bought a diet coke.
Learned about fundraising--it was unsurprisingly boring.
I ate a burrito.
I printed something at FedEx Kinkos (which at one point were separate entitites).
I did some other stuff, too.
Have been thinking about you
Throughout.
Without much movement
One way or the other.
Because even on such a nice day
(Where I beat the rain)
I still can't go home
Wihout you.
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I LOVE the smell of those nuts they sell on carts in midtown, but I don't want to eat them.
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