It's Friday.
The last two hours have absolutely crawled by.

From here I am heading to St. Marks to see if I can find the new Breeders album.
And then I am going to feed Stella kitty.

I'm told she'll run circles around me and act as if she hasn't eaten in days.

I can't wait.
From there, I'm going to buy some flowers.
And then I'll be homeward bound.
And I won't even care if my neighbor is STILL tromping around in her high-heeled boots.

Because it's Friday.

Also, midtown smells like puke.

Particularly where I work, which is right by Madison Square Garden.

I walked outside yesterday. SPRING! Took a deep breath. PUKE!
Is it because of all the games and shows and imbibing that happens around here?

I'll never know.

And that's okay.

Because it's Friday.