6 - woke up. looked at alarm clock. heck no.
6 25 - got up. coffee. cinnamon rolls.
6 50 - leave house, walk towards station.
6 52 - run into neighbor. says the train tracks are on fire.
6 53 - he gives me a ride to newark. so nice!!!!!!
7 23 - i take the path train (which is separate from nj transit, so....not on fire). my face is in some man's armpit. i hate crowded subways.
8 55 - brooklyn. i paint a pool with some gung-ho volunteers. i don't talk much, i am too tired.
9 05 - i drop a paint can all over my nice sneaker. green everywhere. i am tired.
1 20 - we are done. i clean up, then go back into the city reading i capture the castle.
2 15 - i decide not to waste my day and head uptown to the met.
2 30 - buy some street coffee from a truck, sit on the steps of the museum. hot, sweaty, covered in paint. tourists gawk. i must be an artist, they think.
2 40 - stand at sink in busy restroom, scrubbing off paint. old art ladies stare. i am quite a spectacle.
2 43 - yesssssss, i packed an extra shirt! in stall, scrape off last of the paint, change, put on gloss and perfume and put my hair up. magic. they do not even recognize me as I leave.
2 45 - wander around Renaissance and Romantic period portraits, then sketch some statues.
4 03 - lunch/dinner. linner. dunch. a pizza place off of lex. the old man behind the counter flirts with me ("you know why you're so hungry? you saw me, baby") and lets me pay for my $10 meal with all i have, $7 and a few pennies.
5 12 - train back home. i sit next to another man with bad bo. someone needs to tell these suited, sweaty men about clinical strength deoderant.
5 57 - angel mother picks me up from station so i don't have to walk anymore.
6 04 - spacing out. still tired.
7 14 - blog.