6 February 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

It's just too depressing to wait for the A for hours at 5 in the morning.  I sprung for a cab. The ride over the Brooklyn bridge is haunting and lonely.  I called Wendy, trying to get her to meet up with me and maybe come over, but in she had gotten too drunk at a bar and couldn't make it.

Once home, I set up my scanner and brought in a couple photos, preparing for the labelling of the C.D.s nobody asked for.