2001:June:17
So I'm lying in bed this morning just thumbing through a Time Out New York when it hit me: I haven't done anything lately. I mean, I'm sure I must be doing something other than working to pass these days along, but I'll be damned if I could think of one thing I had done lately. If someone where to ask me what I had been up to lately I would be forced to tell them I didn't know. So I sprung out of bed, showered, dressed and was in the city by 9:45 AM. I went to the Guggenheim and saw the Frank Gehry exhibit, then I took the train down to Union Square and went to a movie. There was no stopping me at this point as I sauntered down to St Marks Books and purchased a few new reads. At this point I was pretty wiped out and it was close to 3:00 PM. Convinced that I wasn't wasting living in New York I hoped back on the train and returned to Queens. I really want to have a salad and tofu dogs for dinner but I can't work up the gumption to go back outside and retrieve hot dog buns.
