turns out...

the cookies are actually brownies and are poisonous to no one but my newly-diabetic father. i eat many of them.

there is christmas and all. family. dogs. gifts.

my car gets a servicing and is now ready to take its third (my seventh) transcontinental churn.


OPEN CALL...

co-pilot volunteer applications currently being accepted. i will cover all fuel expenses, and may even fly you home (or here if home is LA), if your application seems to merit my taking such steps.

now that i have just over a week left in new york, my plan is to tomorrow set about making a list of things i'll miss when i'm gone and then do/eat/see/make out with/take/get/go to/fuck every last one of them.

good luck out there, new york!