My brain is tapioca....

complete with all those lil fish eye things burbling around in my skull.

The tenderizing of my grey matter begins with the hours I've been working at the full time type gig I've got right now.
Fashion week killified me tho.

Day one. I get there an hour early and start playing 'bowling for models'. Day is longer than expected, but not awful.

Awful was the next day. noon until 2 am - not too bad. got lots of free booze, which I stuffed in a trash bag to take to my friend who just moved.

Someone has set my subway stop on fire. The trins switch tracks and cease to run locally. I'm stuck at the 125 st stop while each set of conductors argue whether or not this particular train is running local or not. "the red lane is for loading and unloading of passengers only.'

Several hours later, I get off at my stop and walk a few blocks in the wrong direction. There's nothing quite like running around harlem with a garbage bag full of booze at 4 a.m.

I went to work the next morning, and have continued this whole week in a similiar fashion - in case it isn't painfully obvious by the lack of verbal skills within this particular entry.