HURRICANE!

So, apparently there's a hurricane coming, or some shit.  The MTA is entirely shut down, which severely cramps my style.  I'm spending the weekend with Noam because my apartment has big scary windows.

Let's see.  Two days ago, I went through the stunningly difficult and stressful process of procuring an apartment in Manhattan.  Seriously, to anyone who wants to move to the island, ask yourself: how badly do you really want to move?  Because if you're wishy washy on it, or you think your cool quotient would go up if you had a Manhattan address, just stay in Queens.  I'm surprised I didn't have to give the landlord my first born child.

But, my new place is GORGEOUS.  My current apartment in BK is very lovely and modern; this new place is very lovely and homey.  It's bigger than my place in BK (if I pretended the third bedroom in the BK apartment didn't exist) and it's in Hell's Kitchen.  Is the monthly rent impossible?  Yeah, but I'll have to figure that out.  (Money-making options I'm entertaining: bartending, barbacking, nude art modeling, plasma donations, organ donation, egg donation.)

That's sort of all that's interesting that's been happening.  I flew back to NC for two weeks after I wrapped up work on Rent and was homesick the whole time.  Then I got back to New York and felt a lot better.  Hooray!