Day Three ...

This is just a nice picture from Kristen's wedding. Jennie took it.

My headache is gone, I was a little off balance before my dinner lemonade, sort of bumping into people in the street and forgetting how to navigate the streets... one conclusion is that New York is a Hard Place To Fast In.

What I'm learning at work is that my patience for other people's bullshit is really low. Does fasting make you irritable (ha ha). I'm deleting my previous phone call with unnamed incredibly irritating filmmaker with Nelly Furtado's Promiscuous Girl. Followed up by another slutty number by Kelis. And re-reading Female Chauvanist Pigs during my morning ritual is incredibly satisfying and thought provoking. Just wish I didn't have to waste my thoughts and energies in work-space, or as my friend Mary calls it: "the mental institution."

Today is the hump day. I should get through to a new phase tomorrow.