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So it seems my bad luck from last night has followed me into a new day.

8:45 am
Woke up and realized I had a meeting with my boss at 10. Running late and feel bummed about the last nights apartment fiasco.

9:15 am
Waiting on train platform. I can still make this meeting

9:45 am
Train finally arrives. I am so fucked.

10:05 am
Begin to sweat excessively cause I’m only at 125th street and my meeting is starting.

10:25 am
Running to office even though I know the damage has already been done. Mentally prepare myself for the disciplinary action (sounds kinky).

10:28 am
The meeting was moved

10:30 am
No one even realized I was late but I’m all stressed and high-strung now.

12:30 pm
Busy, will get lunch later.

1:30 pm
Got nails done hoping it would calm me down. No such luck.

2:30 pm
Meeting

3:30 pm
Got shit on. I have to do some wire frames and they need to be done by tomorrow morning. This would be OK if people would provide me with info. Need to go to another meeting to try and sort out what they need from me

4:30 pm
Finally got to have lunch.

4:45 pm
Finally begin working

7:15 pm
Totally forgot about dinner plans. Will have to come back after dinner

7:30 pm
Meeting Theresa and Lisa for dinner at Giorgio’s of Gramercy. It’s restaurant week and Lisa has always wanted to go. The cheddar soup was excellent; the gnocchi with rabbit was delicious. The chocolate desert was simply amazing possibly the best deserts I’ve ever had. I am convinced it was laced with crack.

10:30 pm
Need to go back to work but I was so tired I decided to get in early and finish it tomorrow.

I guess my day wasn’t so bad.

Went to Hooters with Pab, Al and Paul so they could sing him Happy Birthday. We then headed to a club called Spotlight for Dennis’ birthday. The place was nice but the crowd was all tourists and ghetto people. Not really my scene. T showed up and we left after 2 hours of just sitting around and doing nothing. It was very unorganized. I felt bad for Dennis.

We went to Vig Bar and I saw this hot Asian girl with pink heels. I’m not sure why but I really love long legs and high heels. I ran up to her when she was trying to catch a cab and felt good after our conversation. It was a great exchange cause I was sharp and witty. I had forgotten how quick I can be when I’m not drinking. I doubt she will call but I tried my best. The ball is in her court.

I also picked up this other girl that is a regular at Vig. She is asian, of course, and we had some tension. Not the sexual sort but an odd tension that is hard to describe. She was smoking with two other friends outside when she leaned over and calls me Patrick. I knew from that point on she was attracted and was just trying to get my attention.

I ran into them again later in the night and had a great conversation. Lets see how this plays out.