Home from the second job. Exhausted. I leave for NYC tomorrow. As always before a trip, I'm depressed and anxious. Don't tell me. I know. There is very little whiskey in the bottle which is probably a good thing. I am more likely to go to bed.
Most of my plans for NYC have fallen through, I think. So it seems. Meagan Sample is in California. Prodigal Girl is flying to San Fran. Red is not going to be there after all. Etc.
I must pack. The cat will begin to worry as soon as she sees the luggage come out. Once again, she will be devastated. Who cares for me like that but her? It is a pain.
O.K. There is much to do. But I'll tell you something. The girl in the last scene of the season premiere of "Boardwalk Empire" is my kind of girl. A real knockout. Holy Cow.
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