The Danger of Sending Me Pictures
They go straight to my blog. That’s my friend Ray in the middle. I met him volunteering down at ground zero. Ray’s a lieutenant up in Harlem. Look at them with their beers — they almost look like security beers.
Once again, I’m lazing about. I emailed four chapters to my agent, so the day immediately acquired that Miller-time feel and I’ve been unable to work. I’ve been doing things I’ve been putting off that don’t feel like work instead.
1. I set up online banking so I can pay my bills online. I’m, like, the last who writes out checks every month I think.
2. Made a hotel reservation for my family reunion next month.
3. Called my various phone companies to see how I can bring my monthly charges down. I think I can cancel service on one line and consolidate a little.
4. Read this topic on Echo about new cool things on the web to make sure I wasn’t missing anything. I am of course, but nothing critical, except maybe last.fm.
5. I’ve given up upgrading the software I use for this blog for now.

This was from the other day when it rained so hard I thought it would make the coolest picture, and although I tried and tried, I couldn’t get a shot that really conveyed how hard it was raining.
Today it was lunch at Tabla with Brett and Jackie. I was jealous of Jackie’s dress. Why don’t I bother to put on a pretty sundress? Look how nice she looks. I could have looked that nice! What is my problem?? Seriously, I wish I made even a little effort with my appearance. I’m back at home now, preparing for the heat wave. It’s supposed to be 97 on Monday. 97 in New York City is not pretty. Help us!
Of all the things that are great about the New York,
Me and Finn, taking it easy. I got up and out to the gym, but I’ve just been sitting here ever since, not doing much of anything. Should be writing. What have I done instead?