The End of "Seinfeld"

Done! Done! Done! (Well, almost!)

And it is Thursday, but I haven't gone to sleep since Tuesday night and vomit everything that I eat...

But the sun is shining, here on the sleeve of the Hudson, and this breeze paints me with wide strokes. The dirty neck of a bottle and a pigeon... a red checkered girl and these waving shadows. And I, peering out at this renewal over my sleepless ringed lids, shiver and wonder why it can't be mine today... even in a jean-jacket.

And today is the last episode of Seinfeld and the sky spits Seinfeld at me from everywhere. And I am cold and my stomach hurts, but I wonder if home will be better...

I will go... I will try...