two truths and a lie
I know a kid named Jai.
I love to write in lowercase but I have to be consistent.
I feel euphoric.
I still feel amazing. Today I woke up very late, much later than I intended and four hours past my alarm (I woke up to turn it off), showered/washed my hair, and broke in my brown flip flops over the course of a walk to Manhattan from Astoria and back.
(Yesterday at Duane Reade I paid for a bottle of water using a five-dollar bill and a penny and received 3-and-a-half dollars in quarters in change, but I wanted to eat this interesting turkey sandwich: turkey, pesto mayonnaise, dried cranberries and lettuce on a baguette so I succumbed to credit card use. This has no significance except that my wallet now has many quarters and I wanted to remember what was in this sandwich so I can recreate it later if I wish.)
There is a Starbucks strategically placed on a corner of East 60th Street and 1st Avenue, as soon as you walk off the pedestrian path of the 59th Street Bridge. (Aside: there are 25! bridges in New York City. I did not know that. The Triborough is some three miles long, possibly double that of the 59th.) Diana and I met Kevin there, and then stopped at this restaurant that had two entirely different names and two entirely different menus, both of which were presented to us at the table.
Dylan's Candy Bar, very long goodbyes at Lexington, and a calm but urgent (feet in despair) walk back from Manhattan to Astoria. Sticky "hug". We were both sticky.
I returned my mother's phone call a block from my building to get a lecture and was told to "get home soon" as I was ten feet from my apartment door. My voice was echoing through the stairwell. I downed a bottle of cold water I have been constantly refilling, jumped into the shower because it was so very necessary, then sat on my bed and felt euphoric. I rinsed my hair in plain water for the first time in a long time and it responded with a mop of curls.
Yesterday: Quite a good precursor to today.
Tomorrow: Nassau Coliseum. I should sleep. But in a bit, I guess. I will be sure to wake up with more than enough time to spare.
:)
I love to write in lowercase but I have to be consistent.
I feel euphoric.
I still feel amazing. Today I woke up very late, much later than I intended and four hours past my alarm (I woke up to turn it off), showered/washed my hair, and broke in my brown flip flops over the course of a walk to Manhattan from Astoria and back.
(Yesterday at Duane Reade I paid for a bottle of water using a five-dollar bill and a penny and received 3-and-a-half dollars in quarters in change, but I wanted to eat this interesting turkey sandwich: turkey, pesto mayonnaise, dried cranberries and lettuce on a baguette so I succumbed to credit card use. This has no significance except that my wallet now has many quarters and I wanted to remember what was in this sandwich so I can recreate it later if I wish.)
There is a Starbucks strategically placed on a corner of East 60th Street and 1st Avenue, as soon as you walk off the pedestrian path of the 59th Street Bridge. (Aside: there are 25! bridges in New York City. I did not know that. The Triborough is some three miles long, possibly double that of the 59th.) Diana and I met Kevin there, and then stopped at this restaurant that had two entirely different names and two entirely different menus, both of which were presented to us at the table.
Dylan's Candy Bar, very long goodbyes at Lexington, and a calm but urgent (feet in despair) walk back from Manhattan to Astoria. Sticky "hug". We were both sticky.
I returned my mother's phone call a block from my building to get a lecture and was told to "get home soon" as I was ten feet from my apartment door. My voice was echoing through the stairwell. I downed a bottle of cold water I have been constantly refilling, jumped into the shower because it was so very necessary, then sat on my bed and felt euphoric. I rinsed my hair in plain water for the first time in a long time and it responded with a mop of curls.
Yesterday: Quite a good precursor to today.
Tomorrow: Nassau Coliseum. I should sleep. But in a bit, I guess. I will be sure to wake up with more than enough time to spare.
:)