This is me waiting as patiently as I can for the NYPL to fill a 15minute request that I put in an hour ago. This is me distracting myself from my obscenely growly stomach that might get the rest of me kicked out. 
(don't make me regret not bringing the power pack)
(don't make me regret not bringing the power pack)I don't know what is taking so damn long. Did they have to fire up the Delorean? Or call in the Ghostbusters? I might not mind if I was allowed to bring my book in to read. If I had known it was going to take so long, I would have put in the request before watching Tango Argentino. MERG!
It's fun to be back in a real city, although as much as I like New York, I will always love Chicago more. It's been a few years since I've been here. Kicking into city-mode. All black, walk with purpose, don't linger in front of maps or chain restaurants. But as I stood on the subway platform, I discovered I left my ear buds in my car in VA. For some reason, riding public transit without my iPod makes me feel very vulnerable. And without a cell phone, I would feel naked. And I'm not sure when or why that happened.
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