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I had such noble plans for today. I was going to wake up, come straight to The Penthouse and start on my Latin essay and do a lot of studying of gerunds and subjunctive endings and things like that while everyone is out at a concert.

Instead, I rolled out of bed late, left with my mom, opened a checking account at a new bank, and wandered the Upper West Side with Mom in search of tickets to The Frogs (found, and 'spensive), new walking shoes (not found), a new shoulder bag (not found), the new cast recording of Assassins (found) and lunch (not found.) Oh, and coffee. A'course. (Found at Edgar's Cafe.)

Mom ended up coming back to Jersey City with me, where we had dinner (DUCK!), came back to The Penthouse, made more coffee, watched Casablanca and cuddled the Puppers.

She just left and I just scrabbled together a pathetic little essay about Roman attitudes towards life and death. I guess I'll do the subjerundiviciples tomorrow. I'm too sleepy now. Or too wired. I can't tell the difference anymore.

Hey, look, a puppy.

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