He's got a better life coming.

I work with a ragtag group of creative people, who like me, are doing this coffee-selling thing in the meantime, while they persue other endeavors. My fellow baristas have names like Ish, Penny, Bodarosa, Dean and Dakota. One girl, I discovered tonight, just moved here a few months ago from DALLAS! Another used to live in Houston. And another has a best friend who goes to UT Austin. And I thought I would wash my hands clean of Texas by moving here. Yeah, uh huh.

What. A. Small. World.

Today was a good one, yeah. I had an interview with an agency that basically finds you the job you want. The recruiter liked my book and is going to check into some places for me. Hotcha!

I was running around this city like mad crazy before my shift started at work. I bought some new all-black shoes for my job (my poor feet - they're crying out). While doing this, I of course proceeded to leave my portfolio at the shoe store. I freaked and called them immediately when I discovered my error...of course, it wasn't until I was all the way back in Brooklyn. They had it! Hooray - I'll pick it up tomorrow. Crisis Avoided.

What are your plans for the weekend? I am going to a free concert at Coney Island where Spoon and Mates of State are the headliners. And having dinner with one of my aunt's rich friends - who is actually staying at the Trump Towers. She had her personal assistant leave a polite message, requesting my presence for a Sunday dinner. Oh, don't we all need personal assistants? We could find the time to do absolutely nothing.