I wonder if people actually read this, and if people actually understand what's going on. I'm going to give a big N-O to both of those ruminations, but I'm keeping up this quasi public journal in hopes that someone can use it against me in court one day. Or maybe I can use it to show my insanity and get out of a sticky situation. This looks like a huge win-win.

Speaking of win-win, I saw the first part of Angels in America at the Signature Theatre last night (for free, with my class!) and literally can't get the damn thing out of my head. It's always good to see GOOD theatre, and it's been a while since I've really had that. Big tears, big smiles. Hard to explain.

There is a black jaguar lamp at the bar Industry on 52nd, between 8th and 9th. It is cursed. Watch out.

Currently eating: apples