I hate stupid people. And I hate when stupid people pull me in with them. Maybe hate is a little strong. I should be in the city right now. But where am I? At the Kinko's in White Plains hacking away at my laptop and writing this. And why am I here? Because Bryan doesn't know what the hell he's doing. I told him to call me last night to let me know what's going on. If he was coming up here to finish working on the stationery or not. He didn't so I made plans to meet Husani in the city. Then of course ... Bryan called this morning and gives me the "we really need you to do this for us" plea.

Oh ... sidebar .... Jenny walked in on me while I was sleeping again, so that wasn't a good start of the day. Oh and yesterday ... I talked to Norm about how I was feeling and I felt better after. Anyway ... the Jenny thing this morning didn't piss me off as much as the first time it happened. It actually makes me sad more than anything.

I showered and got dressed and went off to Kinko's. But I forgot my headphones so I actually came back home for them. I can't work without listening to music and I don't think the other customers would appreciate me blasting my music. The minute I stuck my hand in my pack and realized I didn't have my headphones .... I threw everything back in and left.

I ended up working on everything at the apartment and called Bryan. He said that I should give the disk to some guy here. Peter something. And that's why I'm back here. Only thing is ..... there is no Peter here.

"Are you sure?" I asked. Trying not to get too upset.

"Yup. The only Peter I know transferred to the Kinko's on Astor Place. Can anyone else help you?"

"Um ... no. No. I'm just ... " I pointed over to the workstations. "I'm just gonna ... um .. use the workstations."

I wanted to teleport to Brooklyn and wring Bryan's neck.

"Do you need any help?"

"No. Thanks. I have my laptop."

I emailed the files to Bryan and explained that there was no Peter. Ricky was online so I got to at least bop him on the head with my cyber nerf bat before getting back offline. I asked one of the workers where the phones were. You can't call Brooklyn collect from here apparently. It started raining but I had to find a phone. If I only had minutes on my cell phone huh. I ran across the street and tried a pay phone. Nothing. I was getting pissed. Pissed because I knew they needed it and I guess I didn't want to let them down or something. Also pissed because I could've been in the city since I couldn't go back to the apartment until after 8 (Richie had meetings). But I mean ... I did what I could've. It wasn't my fault that there was no Peter there. I did what they wanted me to do. I also emailed them the files. They could do whatever they wanted with 'em.