saturday night, new york city, internet cafe, upper west side

$5 will get you half an hour on the internet.

by the time the movers left this afternoon, i'd been up about 32 hours.

i'd intended to get drunk -- alone -- one last time in the fos-1, but i was up packing all night. it was a hell.

thought i'd be elated once all my stuff was in the new joint, but i just feel completely demoralized. what's beyond exhaustion and beyond depression? that's me.

for some reason, i feel like i've just moved into a new dorm room. it's a very similar sensation. as if the last 10 years didn't happen, and i'm back in my junior year. except without that dim feeling of excitement lurking around the corner.

taking a nice walk around the new neighborhood -- alone -- since my UWS "friends" aren't even around tonight. newop was right: there ARE no fucking bars around here. what if i've made a grave error in judgment...??

when's it gonna be malice's turn?