Well Brian called close to noon. I got into the city about an hour after. I met him at the Internet cafe. I can only take so much of Times Square. We had lunch at a diner in the area. I wished he would've been staying longer. We could've gone to see Shakespeare in the park.

After lunch we went over to where Brian was staying (his friend's apartment) and got his bags. I had to meet Eric but I went with Brian to SOHO anyway to drop his friend's keys off. It worked out great because his friend works for Next magazine and they're on the same floor with this place I had to call about getting some work done.

We left there and headed back to the subway. He gave me a cute little 'St. Louis arch' refrigerator magnet. I'm looking at it right now. He was taking the train all the way to the airport. If I didn't have to meet Eric, I would've gone with him. I took the train as far as Fulton, hugged him and left. I really wish he was staying a bit longer. It was so cool hanging out with him. Yah, even if I throw up hehe.

I asked Brian to bring me back a quarter from Prague. I dunno if they have quarters or not but that's what I want. I like collecting quarters.

By some weird thing ... I ended up in the West Village and my phone rang.

"Hi?"

"Angel boy, where are you?" It was Eric.

"Um ... the Village. I'm heading over right now."

I rushed to the subway. I was supposed to meet him like 2 hours ago. I got to the subway and there was this woman struggling getting a kid in a stroller down the steps. I helped her all the way down without even saying thing. She must've thought I wasn't on my meds. She smiled and thanked me and I left.

I like sitting ... or standing on the train and comparing people I see with stars. Sometimes I smile and fight to keep the laughter in at some of the comparisons I come up with. *sigh* If only I could have my mind recorded.

I got to Eric's and played his HTML bitch for a while. That's always fun. I like Eric though. Jake on the other hand ... *grits his teeth*. He's such a frat guy ... I wanna puke. On his shoes. Just spew right them and then look up and say "Ooops" while smiling. But he's hard to ignore when I'm at his office. He made some comment about liking the way I have my hair lately.

'Thanks Jake. Because, you know ... if you didn't like it ... I dunno what the hell I would've done with myself.' I thought that and this image of me, bawling, hunched over a bathroom sick with a razor near my wrist and Jake standing in the doorway- flashed in my head.