Too Much=Death

Sometimes life just rocks. Like being in NYC at 9pm, walking past the Empire State Building with the coolest old intern ever-Ms. Lillian.

It is nice to be able to go to Manhattan on a whim after school, a luxury I am sure will be more and more rare as classes and work load explode.

But, as a newly poor grad student (yes, even more money disabled than I was as a working theater artist) I feel that if you are going to go out, you have to make the dollar count.

So if you go to a sandwich place with a cool person, let us say her name is also Lillian, and you order a tuna melt that weighs about 3 pounds just in tuna, you better eat the whole thing. Because the bill is precious and should not be wasted, no matter how big the meal is.

But let me tell you something-eating a 3 pound tuna melt is not money efficient. It is not a good time. Hours of riveting conversations about hims, NY, SF, and the East Coast liberal arts experience will not help. Walking for an hour afterwards around the village and mid-town will de-stress a bit but not enough to make you go back to your original dress size.

That is the moral of the story. No matter how broke you are, too full is hell. Especially when you have to be on a train for forty minutes.

But I had an ipod and played some good jams to keep my stomach from completely rebelling.

Can't get enough of this one....

Sweet dreams kiddies.