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Time: 1:04 AM
Location: 125th street AC station
Weather: Cold. Damn cold.
Mood: Good. Tired



It's been a bit of time since I've written. The new job has certainly been taking it's toll, and tonight marks the end of two weeks on my own sans supervision. I think I did okay. A few mistakes here and there.



A cop just came and removed a man from the platform. Not in a physical way, just walked down and asked the man something, then walked him up the stairs. I have headphones in, rocking out to the band The Whitest Boy Alive, so I'm not exactly sure what is going on. Drama! Woo!

Anywho, with the return of the boss, I'm hoping I can get a bit more done on my personal projects. I've really been neglecting the script I'm supposed to be writing for the musical. Tomorrow I'm really going to focus on it.

Okay, hoppin' on the train and heading home. Damn. Wrong train.



The kids waiting for their friend.

Just an update

To start, I have to just say that one of the most depressing aspects of the subway is that it looks the same at six am:



As it does at six pm:



Full disclosure, that last picture was taken at five pm, but I figure it's close enough.

Today, I am headed to the opening night party atfor the New York Horror Film Festival. As usual, the plus one that was so nicely given to me is going unused. I'm not exactly sure why I have such difficulty giving people free stuff, but I do. Despite the fact that horror films are not my genre of choice (years of being scared of the dark), I'm excited to see some independent horror films. I think they, moreso than many other film genres, have a real capablity to shed light on the views and feelings of contemporary society. What a culture defines as scary seems to be very telling, at least to me.

Okay, I will write more later, post-party writeup.