I’m home from the NYC and tired. I didn’t get mugged, didn’t see any dead bodies and mostly alternated between freezing my face off and eating and eating some more.
I really should go there more often. I forgot how much I like riding in trains. For under $200 and a few hours each way, the Acela train rocks.
M. says I write less when I’m happy. I think it’s more like I’m happy when I’m busy.
And, when I am fucking madly tired, what I write is crap. Such as this is.
I agree with you about the Acela trains. They are great!