This day is getting off to a disastrous start.

First B proposed that we not see each other for a month. And then I forgot my wallet. I only realized it once I was on the train and had to beg the (jolly) conductor to let me ride for the $3.50 in change I was able to scrounge up. Now I'm broke with now way to buy lunch or get home. I suppose it's vindication for buying all of that whiskey last night. I'm going to make some really big ice cubes and dry the Drambuie for when I watch 24. Wait-- no... I'm having dinner with IronChef. I better tape 24 and save the special drinks for tomorrow.

I'm so annoyed at just being awake today. I wish I were somehow inspired to do something creative with all this time instead of babbling on like this. Maybe I'll make a schedule...

Today: Survive with no money, Dinner with IronChef
Tomorrow: Pedicure/Waxing, Duane Reade, Drinks!!! Clean up, Order Books
Thursday: When I'm up here order the dissertation, Leave for FL!

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STAR OF THE SEA

Later and still at the desk (from a borrowed lunch sans beverage)

An idea-- to illustrate and bind Yeats.

And to start with-- He Wishes for the Cloth of Heaven.