I should be outside, it's beautiful outside.
On my walk, I am buying Cottage cheese and soy milk now, I listened to the New York Saturday conversations, which I know I'll miss. They cheered me up, momentarily infiltrating Drew Barrymore glee. She speaks highly of strangers, that impresses me. I wanted to listen longer than I did, I've noticed an annoying time clock in my head pushing me away from what I enjoy, so I snarled at myself, for not being Polly-fucking-Anna and bought the most perfect apple at Fairway. I missed apple picking upstate, so I searched the market for a token. I won't go into detail of its perfection, just that the sun has given the city the autumn glow it deserves, the air, crisp, still daunted by the sun, has a distinct coal and boiler oil aroma. Distinct, crisp, autumn glow