Trip to NYC today/Thursday, in a few bullet points, goes something like this:

-Arrive in NY Penn station at ~11:30am
-Discovers that “Weather” has been set from “showers” to “super windy”
-Planning strategy in Borders
-Explore New York Public Library
-Get lost in and in finding Rockefeller Center
-Exploring the lower half of Central Park
-Lots of walking = need to get in shape
-Arrive in Chinatown later than planned = places are closed/closing
-Navigated into shady area…navigated out
-I have no idea where I am/where I can find something more satisfying than uh…shish kebab…to eat.
-Phoning-a-friend ploy doesn’t work too well and phone is, naturally, low on battery power
-Find cool bubble tea place, order a mango ice thing despite them running out of tapioca and it being freezing outside
-Navigated to 53 and 6, waited in line at the vendor and ate.
-Navigated home.

Liberally add in “consulting maps”, “walking around same block multiple times”, “backtracking”, “having navigational difficulties” a few times above, and you have a fair image of the trip. Oh and “taking pictures”…though by the time I got to Chinatown I’d pretty much stopped…tired, dark, and too cold.

And when I finally got home at a bit after 12, just felt overwhelmingly tired and, having considered a recent xanga entry, kind of dumb…not everything needs to be spoken and i don’t know if it quite needed to be.

People who don’t Think probably don’t have Brains; rather, they have gray fluff that’s blown into their heads by mistake.   -Winnie the Pooh

Just one big series of gray fluff activity lately, mm?


Two classes today, done at ~1:15, volunteered at Chandler for an hour and a half until 2, a bit longer than planned, then headed back to Silvers.

Normally, then, I’d had another class at 3:55 but since we had recitation yesterday, no regular lecture today, so I thought I had a fair amount of time on my hands.

Instead…I just woke up like ten minutes ago, after having fallen asleep mostly unintentionally.

Had some strange, somewhat nerve-wracking dreams, first that I was walking outside and when I asked someone told me it was 3:00…pm…on Friday, and I was like, “Whaaat?? I missed Business Chinese!!??”
Before that I thought I woke up and looked at my watch and saw that it was 10pm today and that I’d missed badminton…so either I woke up for a few seconds and was majorly disoriented or I just dreamed all of that too. All these dreams about being late…I don’t remember if I dreamed anything else in those hours I slept.

Nice-ish weather today for a bit after the rain stopped.

I think I realized why I haven’t had too much trouble doing so many activities during the week, and why I’m sleeping so much more.

I’m going to play some badminton now.