Note before I run out the door...

I made the trek across town to Kmart and now it looks like Martha Stewart broke into my apartment and threw up all over my kitchen! I don't know what it is with kitchen appliances and fixins but I get so excited like, "Oh, my god an onion cutter and apple peeler, I totally need one of those!" as if I didn't own a knife. Something about it also screams to my soul, "I'm a big girl now," which I love.
Last nights Journal entry (yes I really do think about things like this):
8.24.08
Sundays are lazy days in this city. For me it brings a wave of contentment and feels like a day long siesta where the city sits and sighs. Not much happens and all you feel like doing is sit and read and sip on a glass of wine. The traffic is sparse in the street. You can cross even the busiest roadways without waiting for the traffic light. The shops are closed and there's a stillness in Manhattan, maybe it's the calm before the storm. Maybe it's because I live in Astoria. I like the comfort of peace and not having the entire week bleed together.

The Drama Bookstore Adventure

Late last night I got this business-in-the-front, but still terrific email saying that I was up for a part I've wanted to play since college. They wanted me to prep another monologue from the same writer. 

I woke up early this morning and decide to go down to the Drama Bookstore on 40th in my old trotting ground of my old shopper-is-a-fancy-way-of-saying-delivery-bitch job. I get out of the subway and am immediately suffocated by the 41st street air on this 84 degree humid day the rotting fart smell was particularly buoyant. 

To add to my claustrophobia I am plunged into a crowd of very confused, incredibly foreign tourist forcing you to walk around there rolly bags like traffic cones on a DMV test. I can't help but feel that some Taxi driver or hotel.com trafficker sent these people to the middle of crowded nowhere to look for shelter and a purpose. There is nothing with in a 20 blocks south of that street other than sweatshops and products to support said shops. I am struck with the immediate relief that I am no longer forced to trudge up and down this crowded cluster-fuck with 2,000 yards of fabric in a thin plastic sack, I am one blessed girl.

The Drama Bookstore is one of my favorite places in NYC namely because I can find what I want easily and with out distraction. I love just being saturated in plays, which is a new feeling since it's such a bitch to find plays in a bookstore in SD. I bought two plays naturally hoping that my investment will pay off. I did some H&M and Sephora therapy afterward, (resisting the urge to punch 5 people in the face on the crawl down to 34th) only essentials ho-hum which made me long for the high-roller dresser days, not the work but the cash.

I'm going to try and get a little sleep in before I visit the coffee mecca so that I can stay awake for 15 more hours. I'm not complaining, I love acting gigs.

The best/fucked up NYC moment of the day, as I am passing by one of the young street vendors/hustlers I hear him call after these two little like 7 year old girls and their Father, "You girls enjoy your day at school o.k and eat because there are children dying of starvation and can't go to school because of people like you" The guy standing next to me goes "Damn I guess he got a lot of no's today"