2 May 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

 

After breakfast with Bob at Scaramouche (we talked about WWIII, Proust and communal art), I put on my porkpie and headed for the Strand.   Switching from the F to the N/R at 4th & 9th is a wonderfully deranged, convoluted affair.  You have to walk down this endless, twisting tunnel that seems to be leading you into the very bowels of the earth.  I checked out the Strand, and found nothing.  I watched Kung Fu Hustle (after about 20 minutes of scary corporate trailers) and then made a halfhearted stab at reading some more.  I felt floaty and alone, but in a good way.

At work, Dave sang my praises some more and Jason passed on Shura's gratitude for my excellent cold open.