hey there.

[sonowthen]

you know that scene in the last season of "sex and the city" where guest-star kristen johnson is at this fancy party, fumbling around drugged-up looking for an open window to smoke a cigarette? and remember her last words? "i'm so bored i could die." and then, of course, she fell out the window. that's kind of how i feel right now, minus the falling out of the window and drugged-up parts.

i've been sitting here in my room all day long trying to pass the time. this hurricane needs to blow over already. there are restaurants and bars littering my street, but eh, nobody wants to go out in this and i certainly don't want to nurse a beer on a barstool alone. some nights that sounds appealing to me, but not tonight. tonight is lonely, restless and yes, bored. i hate that word. "bored." but there's only so many "west wing" episodes a boy can watch without going a little nuts, right?

my roommate, one of two, who's an architect, is making a beef stew in the kitchen. he's going to give me some of it. that'll be good. oh, yeah, i'm living in a new place in brooklyn - in williamsburg right off the bedford L-stop - and it's just great. i'm coming from three years in the sleepy, nothing-is-happening-all-the-time 'hood of windsor terrace. which, surprise surprise, suddenly became this hip neighborhood the second i decide to leave it.

i miss writing in you, lj.