fresh

sitting crouched on my twin-sized bed amidst the sounds of across the street construction i wonder: will being here at 17 university place port chester, away from the toxic environment, promise me happiness?

it has almost been a year since i crossed the pond for france. last weekend i met claire and rodolphe in the city for lunch, and she said it was strange-it was as if we had seen eachother yesterday, not 8 months ago. i wish i had disposable income so i could jetset and see them at their respective corners of the universe...but unfortunately, these days my finances are drearily tight.

this weekend, prospective...

• friday: "new york idol" - kat's roommate finn is singing; sleep over at kat's.
  
• saturday: galleries with miss-know-at-all katherine cohn, photography at the moma, etc; dinner with the elusive cellist sam van loon, who i haven't seen in a lightyear; salsa dancing downtown at gonzalez y gonzalez perhaps with sam in tow, otherwise with kat and possibly clio/andrew.
• sunday: dinner with alice at my new place, perhaps?
  

a possible 3rd roommate is coming to view the house today. i hope she likes it!