My eyes are tired and salty. I was in the city pretty much all day. Got home around an hour or so ago. I always have this fear of being blindsided at one of the corners on the passage way going up from the 7 train at Grand Central. This morning somes guy almost threw me into the wall. Those corners are dangerous as hell.

I met Norm downtown this morning. Got my rent check and some cash. Woo hoo! She said I had to get my file from the moronic lawyer and ask him for my money back. I hate confrontations like that. Hate 'em! But he screwed me over really bad so I was trying to work off what little anger I had. Except, I didn't really feel angry. Just sad about the whole thing. Left Norm and went over to J&R to get some information on a lease on an Apple notebook. Headed to Union Square after and hung out at Husani's for a while. We joked about potential scenerios at the lawyer's office.

I figured that I might be stuck waiting his office for a while and I'd just want to go home after. So I decided on a little shopping before heading over. Walked over to Old Navy. Found nothing. I don't know what the hell they're doing this year. Hopped a train over to 8th and checked out a couple more stores before walking to H&M. I don't know why I don't just forget about all other stores and just stick with that one.

Is it possible to walk into that store and not feel glamorous? Just something about being in there. I don't feel it in any other store. The weather's shitty, but it didn't matter when I walked in. The atmosphere and the great prices makes you want to shop without the shitty 'I just spent way too much money' feeling after. I browsed and found a cool baseball shirt. Found that and this cute blond guy glancing at me. When I'm shopping though, I could care less about guys. Shopping is the ultimate substitute. I glanced back as I ran my fingers over some sweaters. Then I saw another shirt and forgot about the guy. He faded soon after.

I went to the cashier with the baseball shirt, a cardigan this guy had put back (I ended up talking to him) and a wool hat. Then my conscience set in and I figured I'd be dead broke by the end of the weekend. So I just got the cardigan, the hat and a snowglobe keychain. They have a lot more of the baseball shirts so I can always get one next week.

Left there and took the train uptown to the lawyer's office. Practicing my lines all the way there, "I need to speak with him now, bitch!" ... "Oh yah? Call the cops! See if I care!" ... "Hell no! I'm not leaving here until I get that check!"

The moron wasn't there. He was out for lunch, So I went over to Eric's office to hang out. Eric wasn't there but I checked my email and oogled over the cardigan some more. I'm so easy to please.

Seeing the stack of paperwork and books ready to avalanche on me when I got back to the lawyer's made me wonder why the hell we used him in the first place. And by stack, I don't mean neatly stacked in a tray or anything. It honestly looked as if someone just emptied boxes upon boxes of manilla folders, paper and books on the desk. Oh ... and mail! Just sticking out, wobbling like a bad Jenga stack. And on top of ot the stack, near to his computer monitor was a dirty old mouse pad and computer mouse. I had to clarify computer mouse because if you saw the office you'd wonder about the other kind.

I got my files. I couldn't get my money back though because that went right to the INS.

"Uh, but nothing was done," I explained.

Didn't matter. Two hundred and fifty bucks, down the drain. I love America. Y'know on 'Ally McBeal', when Ally has like those flashes? My imagination's exactly like that and I saw myself impishly grinning while pulling a single envelope from the stack on his desk and everything falling down on him. I came right home after that.