vip in the city

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Back in New York City, and after my first full day of work, I took the subway home and promptly passed out, missing my film class. I awoke at 11:00pm, and then again at 4:00am and have been up ever since. So much for avoiding jet lag.

I did finish The History of Love, by Nicole Krauss, which I’d been meaning to read for a while and picked up on impulse at the Hong Kong International Airport on the way home on Sunday. Probably could have finished the book in transit, had I not slept through half of the trip.

Funny, sad and moving… though my reading may have been enhanced by my melancholy of late.

“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.” I like that.

Dinner party at RB’s in TriBeCa tonight — I’ve signed on to bring dessert. Had I planned better, I could have put my insomnia to use baking something appropriate, but as it is I’ll most likely just stop off on the way to pick up a fruit tart.

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