I just got invited to massage at the Professional Beach Volleyball tourney out on Coney Island - Aug 17th - 20th. I want to do it, but I'll be in Flushing, Queens for the US Open on the 20th and working at the old officey office on the 17th/ 18th. I guess I could do the 19th. Maybe. But I want just a little but of weekend. We'll see. What a fun opportunity though. Decisions, decisions.

Im counting down the seconds. I've been dinking around online all day and now I have online-brain and crossed eyes. 45 minutes until freedom. Meeting my friend Jason at the Starbucks down on 23rd and 8th ave before the movie (note: the only use for Starbucks, afterall, is to meet up...well, and to pee in an emergency. They have infected this city like a virus uncontrolled. And people ACTUALLY think that coffee is SUPPOSED to taste burnt. Starbucks, you've ruined the American coffee pallet!) I've brought my maroon fuzzy pants and a new olive green ribbed husband-beater with Asian flower embroidery on the side to wear for the occasion. I wasnt going to change, but I think I'll implode if I wear corporate gear a moment after 6pm tonight. And that would be bad cause I just gobbled down some microwaved lasagne.