But it’s, I forget the block, east of City Hall Park, J&R-ish area. Anyway it’s NYC and apparently I barely know where I am when I’m walking around shooting.
Oh I so do not feel like working. I feel like going to the movies and buying myself presents and puppies. And eating pizza.
I woke up at around 3am and couldn’t get back to sleep and watched about 3/4 of Under the Tuscan Sun, which I loved and now I want to see the whole thing. What a sweet movie.
But now I’m tried as a result and don’t want to work.
Maybe I should have a fun day. I should go out, use that gift coupon Karen got me (thank you Karen, I’ve been saving it for a rainy day) get a bunch of good food and hole up and watch Big Bang Theory episodes all day.
Oh yeah. Or I could get to work and do my exercises and reward myself later. It’s like I’ve got that angel on one shoulder, a devil on the other thing going.