2002-09-13 12:57 p.m.
the game is...a foot? a stinky one?

It's gorgeous out. All I can think about is sangria (or margaritas, take your pick), riding the Brooklyn ferry until it stops, taking pictures of myself with messy windblown hair and of creepy, ivy-covered buildings on Governor's Island.

Instead, I have to work and drool as I look out of my attorneys' office window. A writing field trip might be in order tonight. Deadlines are afoot!