Monty and I have just been getting stoned and making food and watching movies every night . . . and slowly we are working our way through every Olipop flavor thanks to the well-stocked bodega. We sit on her couch and laugh our asses off. We become Beavis and Butt-head.

Tomorrow night I am going to attempt to assemble as many people I know here as possible. I got to find a cool dive bar central to everyone in Brooklyn. And then what, I don’t know . . . but I do know that on Sunday I’m meeting a baby, and then attending a cat’s 16th birthday party.

I am prone on the couch listening to Ozzy . . .

. . . and Emmylou . . .

. . . while outside a huge thunderstorm is raging on, with lightning cracking in the sky above Manhattan. I am flanked on all sides by sleeping black cats. I love it . . .

Today I booked all the BUS RIDES and TRAIN RIDES and RENTAL CARS I’ll need to get from New York City to Montreal to Burlington and back down to the Starsailor satellite office in Virginia for a whole 24 hours to sleep and do laundry before continuing on to see my dad and Emma O. in Tennessee. Wow! I’m so excited I want to slam my head into a brick wall until I die.