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Cheryl said it good. (Not well; she said it good). I know what I am. I'm lonely. I'm not at Mint Manor and instead of taking advantage of the only advantage my city home has over my Jersey home (namely, The City), I am keeping company by watching television, all day, all night. I learned some interesting things about Mike Myers on E last night, and missed my habitual M*A*S*H rerun (but FX shows M*A*S*H often), and watched Family Ties, and, man, it's like, who are my friends now? Hawkeye Pierce and Alex P. Keaton?

So, why don't you call someone, you say?

Who? Everyone has jobs or lives or is gallavanting in California. I need to go back to Mint Manor and just get a low-paying job in Jersey. The only reason I hold out is because Manhattan salaries are so much better, but {dramatic flourish} is it worth it???{/dramatic flourish}

I wish I was going to Jersey City tonight to help erin paint her new room in her new apartment. Now that's kind of a sad wish, isn't it? (Not the erin part. The painting part.)

So baby, kiss me like a drug, like a respirator
and let me fall into the dream of the astronaut
where I get lost in space that goes on forever
and you make all the rest just an afterthought
and I believe it's you who could make it better
but it's no-o-o-o-o-ot.
No, it's no-o-o-o-o-ot.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:51 PM | shower me with attention