Oh, George.

My alarm went off at 6:15, in five more minutes…I had several missed messages and none from anyone I wanted to hear from. My room was a disaster zone, and I stepped on my headphones for the third morning in a row and followed it up with a nice light slam into Charlotte’s crib. Oh Wednesday, what did I ever do to you? I get into the bathroom and put my face up close to the mirror, grinning wide at my blue stained teeth. Can’t they figure out a way to make teeth more stain resistant…or white wine taste better so I don’t have to drink red? I slept in a ridiculous get-up, especially for someone sleeping alone- I mean what good is a little black silk nightgown if the only man in your bed is your two-year old’s stuffed animal named George?


Right before I leave for work my mom informs me that If I can’t take over my insurance payment for the car they “bought me” by next month, they will be replacing it with a less expensive and assuredly less attractive vehicle. Of course you spring this on me now, and of course I can’t afford it, I told you not to get this car in the first place?! I will deal with this later, right now there is a triple, sugar-free, soy vanilla latte with my name all over it waiting for me at Grand Central Coffee station; Hello 12 hour shift number 4.

The first thing I wanted to do when I got to work was write, however I was surprisingly occupied and by the time lunch rolled around I figured it’d be best not to take care of it till everyone else was gone. Now it’s me and the security guy- stranded in this three story building, with nothing but the sounds of humming computer monitors and an overzealous air conditioner to mask the silence. I miss Charlotte so bad that I don’t even want to go home tonight. 5 more days.