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.