Last night I dreamt I met Sarah Jessica Parker. I was back in the Caribbean at my old gradeschool when I saw her walking along the outside corridor talking on a cell phone. I of course pretty much screamed and pushed through a crowd that had suddenly appeared. They weren't there to see her. They just came out of nowhere and I had to work to get to her. I did and after repeating 'wow' a few times while catching my breath, I explained what a big fan I was. That I'd watched every episode of Sex & The City. The environment flickered though and we were back in New York without moving. In the Times Square subway. Everything was unstable and we flickered between the Caribbean and New York.

Even though I tried not to, I came off as the typical groupie and felt desperate. I saw it in her eyes and I felt shitty. It was the kind of dream where you know for sure you're dreaming. But the emotions feel so real and seep right through that you think it's real. No matter how dream-like everything was.

I woke up hot and irritable. The alarm went off at 6:45. I hit snooze and then completely ignored it when it went off again five minutes later. I showered and got ready. Irritated further by the slowness of the bath drain. I have no idea why it's clogged but I know Mark won't be making any effort to fix it. I checked my email while I ate cereal and got dressed. Didn't take me long to get into the city but I got on the wrong train at Grand Central and had to get off at 125th Street. I'm on the right train now and should be in White Plains pretty soon. Selfishly hogging two seats so I can type this entry.