I should tell you, I'm disaster; I forget how to begin it.

[pezhed]

Not sure how I always manage to mess things up, but I do, so here we are, back at square one: even more alone in New York City.

I locked myself out of my apartment tonight. That was fun but my feet are frreeezing. And the ice cream man let me borrow his coat. I hope I hear his music again so I can give it back.

Today was a disaster and so am I.

Nothing I don't deserve happened, though, so this is not a plea for pity. Just ventilation.