I have that strange sensation that I have jet lag but I haven't been anywhere. It's been so tough to get out of a nocturnal rut.

Walking home at 3am, three girls on a stoop next to a funeral home smoking under a sodium streetlamp. "Hey, you got a second to support gay rights?"
"Sure."
"You support gay rights?"
"Yeah."
Silence.
Me, "Why, what's up?"
"Oh we just wanted to see if you'd say yes. You should go to hrc.org."
"That's all?"
"Yeah."

Here are things I've been doing:

Checking out a Takashi Murakami show in ten minutes flat because that's all there is. Skip it.
Eating a Bouchon Bakery sandwich in Central Park. It is the best tuna fish sandwich i've ever had in NY.
Giving up secrets while feeling shy and comfortable at the same time.
Drinking coffee and alcohol in the same day (something I haven't done in years).
Friday night staying up until ten am reading Jung making my head hurt. And then waking up in the evening. Bad.
Sweating for the first time as summer comes upon us. Grrr.
Late night phone calls until the battery dies. My favorite kind.
Fellow GR blogger Dan, Monkmus and I went to go get good burgers here in Park Slope. And when we came to the good burger place we saw a sign noting that it had been shut down for physical and mental health reasons. Mental health reasons.
Writing.
Tasty dinner with Cat Kim, followed by desert. So much food and good talking.
Pondering over my angry unreasonable neighbor's latest email rant about noise from the apartment because I have two friends over at 10pm "You should move to Williamsburg!" Is it because I wear v neck t shirts?
Enjoying the company of Lance Bangs.
Remembering how much I love Carson Ellis. I mean, look at this and then click on her name for one of my favorite blogs ever:



Seeing parts of Manhattan I've never seen before
Eating Snickers bars. Thank you Lactaid. Bizzare trivia: I had no idea I couldn't eat the dairy until the Giant Robot article about such. At the time I thought I had something severely wrong with me.