oh gosh. it's starting to come back to me, and it aint too pretty. After watching tattooed man run to The Phonix to get his jacket that he left there (or was he just fleeing from me??), I rode down Ave A and went into keyfood for the necessities I had left my apartment for several hours earlier. Cereal, soy milk, ice cream. I know I was stumbling down those aisles (sp?), but the cashier is always friendly to me, and somehow I made it home, and managed a few sentences of blogging. Believe it or not, I "corrected" the errors in the first line 3 times before giving up, grabbing a few spoonfuls of ice cream, and falling asleep somewhere in the direction of the bed. Must leave apartment, do errands, pretend I don't have massive headache. ouch.