friday took so long to get here. and now it's 7:38 and i'm the only one here in the office, and i love that. i'll get stuff done (aside from this, obviously) before the e-mails and phone calls start rolling in, and then i'll be able to skip on out of here at 3:30. i'll want to head to bluestockings at some point, to pick up a copy of $pread. i'm going to interview for a publicist/event planner intern-type thing there next week, and i want to be prepared. no word from blackbook and i'm not surprised. i gave bad interview. i'll do better next time. i've been reading what color is your parachute?

spent an evening with my mother and her friends just this past tuesday. met up with them at the stardust diner, which is where flailing broadway wannabes go to die. it was a struggle not to be a snob about it. about spending a night on the town in times square and doing something so obviously tourist-centric. back in high school, i would've loved this place. i would've wanted to work there myself.

we saw phantom of the opera after dinner, and it was okay, but not the best i've seen. just one of those classics you feel obligated to see. i'm actually rarin' to check out the putnam county spelling bee and dead alive: the musical and maybe even mary poppins. i mostly want, very badly, to see chorus line.

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having absolutely nothing to do with anything, have any of you been seeing the shitstorm on alyssa shelasky's glamour dating blog? amazing how catty commenters can get. i've been reading the blog since gawker first "publicized" it, wondering how in hell one stumbles upon such a cool gig. it's amazing how things have spiraled out of control among the blog's readers.

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so what color is your parachute? has advised that i join networking sites such as linkedin and tribe. i was already a member of both, but had let my profiles languish. anyone else here a member and want to get connected?