Fucking shit. Coutdown eight mintues till my time runs out on this computer in the Mid-Manhattan Public Library, and even though there are eight million things I needed to do online, why not spend this precious time online to update my diary.

I am reading Anais Nin's diary now. It is all I want to do, read read read. Let's see, what else? I did manage to send out my resume to the temp agency I want to work at while here. I think I may have had enough of shelving books and exchanging banter with co-workers. I want to talk about books, not shelving them, damnit! Tonight has the promise of Scrabble with Megan. I am so excited. And fucking shit, I am alive! Yes, yes, yes, I am going to go out into the world with this knowledge and be the most grateful person you ever saw. I want my senses to be overloaded with it all. It is a beautiful sunny day out, the first in so long, and I am going to out into it, and make it even more beautiful. I am going to dance with the day and not banter with it, am going to make the delirious talk that Nin and her friends make. Bonnie, call me. 917.XXX.XXXX, I want to hear about this interview, and don't know your number, and have no time to write you an email. Anyone in NY that wants to dance in the sun with me, also call me. Let's play. It's so nice out. Public Library, see you later.