3 March 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)
After being up for 24 hours (with a 1 hour nap), I ran into Sally coming off the F line. I congratulated her on proposing to Daniel, she said I looked Cracked Out. The sunlight was brilliant; I went to the post office and waited for the prickly, classicly New York postman to open the gate, and mailed off some packages. Then I got some bacon & egg on a roll at a diner on Hamilton & Court that I'd never noticed before. What, No Coffee? asked the lady at the counter incredulously. I then went home and drooled on my pillow for a long time.
It now looks and sounds like Bob is sick as well. He recommended that we have steaks on Saturday.