22 December 2005

okay, i give up

officially, as of my walk home last night, and the two-thirds-of-the-way-through realization that my wallet was still in my office (which i'd planned to be away from til january), and as of the subsequent shin splints and tiredness and major crankiness, the subway strike is officially no longer fun. and officially lame.

and yeah, as of now it's looking to end. but too late, i say. too late. my soul has already been burned.*

*what helped, partially, in addition to a little cabana boy, was, for the first time in - literally - years, we watched trogdor.

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