and now i have new york city all to myself. well, the apartment on 7th avenue anyway. i feel a little bit like i used to when my dad would leave for the weekend, like i can do anything i'd like. in fact, i'm thinking about eating lots of candy and watching tv all afternoon, but likely as night my conscience will kick in a half hour into my debauchery and i'll go read a dang book.

okay, i'm actually about to get absorbed in the E! true hollywood story about the presleys. yikes. i'm fixin to get out of this house.