After having breakfast, I went out for a cigarette to examine the effects of last night's "blizzard". Snow-covered streets and a stinging cold wind, but nothing earth-shattering. A cute guy passed by walking a black dog past the hotel. I couldn't help but stare. I returned upstairs to find my friend was in the shower. He came out and wanted me to go to breakfast with him downstairs. Though I already ate and was suffering from the effects of 72 hours without any alone time, I obliged. I drank a couple cups of coffee and returned to the room with him determined to get some work done on the rewrite of my book.
Fat chance of that!
I guess i'm just odd, but I can't stand to spend 24 hours a day with someone for 4 days in a row. I need space and privacy: neither of which exist in NYC. To top it all off, I can't concentrate on writing something down with channels flipping, radios blaring, and people asking me things every 5 minutes. And no, I don't want to go shopping... in the sense of being broke and watching someone else drool over clothing and spend a nauseating amount of money of 400 shades of pink. Honestly, what point is there to shopping if you can'y buy anything??
I've made up my mind I'm not leaving the room til I get something written. If he doesn't leave, then I'll just have to go write in the lobby.
Only 24 hours left in this city... thank GAWD!!! If it were any longer, I wouldn't be accountable for someone or something "slipping" out the window and plummeting to the sidewalk below. I'd be kind enough to try to aim for the scaffolding to give them a sporting chance though.