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Midnight saw me in Oregon, and the morning getting off on the wrong subway stop in New York City. Meeting my friend on the J train platform and eating home fries in St. Marks Place. Bleary eyed I followed Alyssa around the city, every square inch fascinating. Ocular overload. Staying out of downtown kept the 9/11 memorials to a minimum. To Grand Central Station where we boarded a train, on which I veered between a dreamy wakefulness and a restless head-on-the-seat-in-front-of-me slumber. Napped in Connecticut. Change of shirt, greasy Chinese. Gas station coffee with French Vanilla creamer to fuel the drive to Providence, Rhode Island. Another stop for Benadryll as my sinuses apparently can't handle the east coast. Cigarrettes and Jeopardy the board game in a basement. Three thirty in the morning at a greasy spoon and now I'm in a comfy bed, teeth unbrushed and in my clothes. Tomorrow is for exploring Providence and heading to Boston.