Mid-morning
I started giggling like a two-ton freak today as I exited the train, plowing past slow-walkers en route to Canal & Broadway, and I'll tell you why. I occurred to me that I had insane dreams when I crashed at my friend Roman's on Saturday night - dreams that were absurd to the point of giggling about them when they were fully realized on Monday morning. You see, it wasn't very special - it was just that everyone I had met or ran into Saturday night at Misshapes was in it. Well, in fact, I was lying on a couch, floating through a lineup comprised of the Misshapes crowd. It was absolutely ridiculous.
I finished my "End of Fashion" Wall Street book, feeling very unsatisfied. Summer reading plows on...
2005-06-20 | 11:20 a.m.
