my new life in new york city is sailing along. After a slice of pizza from stromboli's last night, I biked over to dixon place on Chrystie street for a reading of a play my friend is in. The play, Charlie, was a dark but hilarious one-act about a man who can't tune out the aggravating voice he hears coming from his television.
What should we do about the rainy forecast for this weekend? So distressing.
though, watching a thunderstorm would be awesome from a room like this
