I arrived back in New York a couple of days ago, a bit sad for reasons including the L train being down, a boy not wanting to hang out with me, and the exterior demolition of the Commodore Theater that I saw the beginnings of on my way home. Since arriving back, I have worked at the P.R. for two days and at the copyediting job today from home. In that respect, things are working out better than I had hoped for when I was afraid of being unemployed.
Today it snowed and hailed and I walked around town and listened to Lou Reed's "This Magic Moment" on repeat and exclaimed a lot in amazement about life and snow and hail in my face. It is Valentine's Day.
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