I got back to White Plains around 4 pm or so yesterday. I went to Brooklyn first. Saw Josie and chatted a while. Dropped by Sindy's office and chatted with her too. She's gonna be out of a job by the end of next month apparently. That's sad.

Y'know what was nice though? Going to Brooklyn and knowing the place. I can't really describe it. Just this sense of almost deja vu but deeper. Josie said she might know someone who might know about apartments so she'll have the guy call me. Felt good to see her and Sindy again. I wanted to walk over to Propect Park but I didn't have enough time. I had to get back to Manhattan and haul ass to White Plains.

I got back to the city a little after 2 and got my stuff. I left my blades. I just couldn't deal with having that extra weight in my bag. I don't blade in White Plains anyway so they're better off in the city.

Every time I got back to White Plains without seeing any good listings in the Village Voice or looking at an apartment ... I feel like a loser. Like I failed my mission and now I was going back a shamed man.

The usual tourist shuffle, rushing to the track, silently looking out the window as tall buildings and traffic turn to trees and rivers ... I was back in White Plains. I was exhausted. Norm was at the apartment when I got there. I worked on some stuff for her until she left. Had something to eat, took a long hot shower and went to bed earlier than I usually do. I didn't really feel like being online or even watching tv.