I’m so close to being done with my paper. So close. Yet, here I am doing a blog.
I don’t even have anything to say really. Hum, here goes…
Since we last talked, I’ve settled in nicely to my new schedule of reading in the coffee shop, spending all afternoon on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday there. I discovered on Friday, that the coffee is, in fact, bottomless, and I think this will lead to new happiness next week.
Ellyn and I just sort of bummed around the city yesterday. We checked out the Chelsea Flea Market in the morning. It’s always fun to stroll through the market, but it always feels like cheating for me to buy anything there. All the old paper and neat knick-knacks are over priced and the pickings are too easy. I need a challenge when it comes to tracking down junk. While at the market, I had a moment of George Costanza pride, finding a great public restroom in Gracious Home at 25th and 6th.
After the market, we went to Strand, which is NYC’s largest bookstore. It sucks. It is no Powells. My complaints are many.
Before heading back out to the burg, we stopped by this great cheese market and got tons of fresh cheese at amazing prices. I think we got five or six pounds of specialty cheese for $13. The evening ended with a few drinks at the Trash bar and a veggie burger at Lodge resturant before heading home and watching Annie Hall.
A good day.
Great procrastination.
Which brings me full circle. I just need to write a conclusion. I just don’t want to.