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New York City makes me happy.
I almost blew an entire roll of black and white film there last night on random homeless people, trash, and anti-Bush puppet shows.
Then I slept in 'til 2 this afternoon. I'm happy to be on such good terms with people. Whenever I hang out with the Mineola kids I tend to feel better about my social life in general. Too bad gas is so ridiculous.
It was 39 degrees last night and I almost died getting off the train by myself. Of the cold, not of getting mugged or anything. I love how I'm afraid of things like tidal waves but not of walking alone to my car at 2 in the morning.
The end.