Nussbaum & Wu

So, time drags on...

Sitting in Nussbaum & Wu, waiting for AIR7 and our breezy day at Ellis Island to begin. I got my ear pierced last night and B had to hold my hand. (And that Texan in the club and the blue-eyed college counselor in the museum). And my coffee still steams although ten minutes have passed.

I had a really nice day yesterday... Austin Powers with VJ, Gustav Moreau, Chinatown and then the Village with B. And everything is so smooth...

(And I've almost forgotten what he looks like and his bounce and the boundless binding in my chest and throat).

I have to remember to call Switzerland tomorrow because it would just look really bad if I forget to call twice.

Now he is 15 minutes late. And my hair is wet and flat and not very cohesive today and it is bothering me. My ear is gently throbbing. (God! This coffee is still burning hot!) And it tastes like the chew of a coffee bean.

I wonder why my handwriting is so messy and what that says about me...

God damn it, AIR7! Where are you?!?

And I was just thinking about B and putting his thing in at Drip.... Am I that scared? (The way I just wrote that reminded me of that parking sign I saw yesterday that said "Don't even THINK about parking here!")

Anyway...