The only real good thing about living on Union Square (aside from the shopping, Wholefoods, and the 24-hour McDonalds) is that I'm away from those fucking hideous purple NYU trolleys. I went down to Strand last night to pick up some books (Labor Day sale is going on, if you didn't know all ready!!) and nearly got run over by one of those hidous things. The weather has been pretty rainy and I stepped into this HUGE puddle and I was NOT WEARING RAINBOOTS and so my jeans were soaked to my knees. It was pretty gross.

Sigh! Whatever. Things have been pretty lame lately. Austen and Jamie are at UPenn, and everyone else I know is at Columbia or Wesleyan or Harvard or where else ever and so I'm all alone. Not that it's going to get me down. This is a new school year!, and I can go out whenever I want, because I... have... no... school! Tonight, a small dinner-date with the Columbia crew at the Cosi off Broadway, and then we're off to a night of drinking and debauchery... maybe to the Beauty Bar for dancing. Who knows??

Another SIGH! Have to finish that article for Gotham Guide by Tuesday. Dammit!!! I guess I'll be using Monday to write that... and not as a "recovery day". I'm out, guys!!