The m4

Oh well, I guess that ended there. Five days later and my way back on the M4. Only my watch hurts a lot more this time, crushing into my "boarder-line personality disorder" as VJ so candidly told me today. And I listen to Elvis, but think that I want Rigoletto. And I wonder how I will ever get to 57th Street between 2nd and 3rd in five minutes when I'm only on 110th and Amsterdam.

Anyway, things are better, but I still feel bad and I am really scared to go home on Friday for Passover. God-- if they suspect, it will be all over.

Anyway-- I am tired and don't feel like writing anymore right now.