my trip back from san francisco took me on public transportation again
then to SFO
and on the long island railroad train back to penn station (here it is early on new year's eve):
and then, for ridiculous reasons (composers spend an inordinate amount of time at the post office), i had to mail an express package on new year's eve at around 5pm at the main post office:
a very public few days, a delicious collection resulted:
How? By making him call me 500 times?
I'm gonna tell him I was in the shower.
I mean, whatever - it's not my problem.
When outside frigo, you like to stay over here.
She's making dinner for everyone but I think it might have cheese in it.
You think she's really skinny?
I got a call from your brother.
You know what else we do to shut them up?
I'm losing my appetite really quickly.
Two weeks ago she did a lot of stuff. Did you notice?