Saturday, April 16, 2005
Tonight, the one Friday night I stay in because I have to wake up early and trail musical theater kids for class, I lock myself out of my apartment building in pajamas while smoking a cig. Really, was it necessary? So it my gray velour pants and white furry sweat shirt I had to hike through Times Square, past some seriously undesirable characters in order to hit my roommates up for keys at Ruby Foos. Thanks, God or cosmic powers that be. Lesson learned: Be nicer to people and maybe crap like this won't happen. Or maybe they want me to quit smoking. Please, you'll have to try harder than that to get me to give up one of the only things that keeps me sane these days.