magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

After-work plans involved VP2, the Strand Bookstore, and Home Depot.

Dinner worked out just fine. My fortune cookie said something like, 'Try it, you just might like it.' To convince people who just crumble their cookie to eat it? The lucky numbers on the back were '8, 8, 8' and '98, 88, 78, 68, 58, 28'. Something seems a little less than random.

Walked through Washington Square Park, dodging the drug dealers, up to the Strand. Picked up a copy of Catch 22, as well as Lawrence Norfolk's Lempiêre's Dictionary in a nicer printing than the one I already own, and the first volume of the new translation of Proust's In Search of Lost Time.

Chris called to talk about my party (I had left him a message about it), my aspirations towards painting, what I'm going to do about furniture, the possibilities of having lumber delivered.

I got to Home Depot just as they were closing. No time to get paint mixed. Walked crosstown to the A, and home.

Saw another '8' on the sidewalk between the subway station and my house.