Today

for breakfast I had goldfish and ginger ale on the train. I feel like a real New Yorker when I eat junk food on the train at 8:30am.

Last night when we met for writing night, I posited that I'd be happy to reschedule actual writing and go eat drink and vent instead 'cuz I was frickin suicidal. J felt suicidal too and Y had lots to talk about and it was defintiely the thing. So now Saturday is writing day and that's cool.


Love
Alexis