i ran into Erik in Union Square station on my way home. he smelled of alcohol. at least, i think thats what it was. in any event, he's a student at the New York Film academy, which is right there on Union Square. I didnt have anything much to say. He invited me to a poarty at 129 Rivington, but I dont think I'll be moving my ass out of here tonight, what with work tomrorow (as THAT is an excuse)
yeah, i was at a lack of things to say. im finding myself less and less talkative right after work.