I'm in New York.
It's stormy, the nightlife is well. Pat is sleeping, and I'm about to take [another] walk, amazing myself. I can't believe I'm here. We haven't called Mum yet.
Bet she doesn't care.
We're heading to Broadway tomorrow. We're going to find a cheap show. The Producers isn't playing anymore, when I last saw it. [Yea, I went to New York Late 2001. It was playing, we saw it, and I haven't noticed I loved it so much till now.] Speaking of the Producers, I bought the old one the 31st, at Best Buy.
Yea. Well, All I have to say. Peace.