wednesday:

so i wake up at 8:20, go back to sleep. wake up at 9:15, decide not to go into work. i call my boss to ask her if i can just come in thursday instead (she always says yes, she's so nice!), get her voicemail. she won't be in today or tomorrow... sounds good to me. i just don't go in. of course, yesterday we'd made plans to eat lunch at the ICC so i have to go anyways. we go to lunch, i narrowly escape notice by a coworker, eat the turkey with mashed potatoes and stuffing - NOT as good as m2m! the turkeys were from 2 different universes. i tell kelsey we should see the mariko mori exhibit before it ends (july 31st), it's her day off, and mine too, sort of.

around 2 o clock, we take the 1/9 M79 to the whitney, at 75th and madison. cool building. they have some very cool stuff: Sarah Sze's Triple Point of Water in the downstairs area, and the American Effect - too lazy to find a good review or article on it. among my favorites were air raid on new york city, which looks much much better in the exhibit. that's only a portion of it in the picture, and you can't see the holographic paper. and the winner of the exhibit is: Hisashi Tenmyouya, Tattoo Man's Battle, which is the fucking coolest thing i've ever fucking seen. the super giant ROBOT DEMON is so totally fucking sweet!

we walk down to the IBM building, sit in line for 20 minutes before the attendant tells us the line has been closed. bitch. on our way out, we see a japanese woman who is probably mariko. damn, she's weird. i mean weird too, not hot.

we go to fao schwartz, hug the GIANT puppies, kelsey buys some pop rocks, we both drool over hello kitty paraphenalia. kelsey talks to some guy wearing a cape and mask who lets her hold a replica of darth maul's double lightsaber. i think it cost $489 in the store.

walk to wendy's. i spoil myself and get the bacon mushroom melt. yum.

subway back. i get back to my room to see an IM from krishelle, tricia's hot little asian friend. i had IMed her from work a few days ago, on account of being on the verge of stapling my hand to my chest to feel something besides this soul draining boredom. we have a pretty good conversation, i think. i manage to sound really interesting, having just come back from the whitney. and because i just took a jazz class with washburne last semester. we establish common likes: pool, neither of us being good at it, aquariums, zoos, jazz and jazz clubs, artsy art, maybe others. she's in LA for the summer, and before she signs off, she does the "we should hang out sometime" thing. ha! i know i'm making too much of this, but it's nice to hope. there's no way she could read this, right?

end wednesday.