I ended up going to McDonalds for lunch today while looking for this Spanish place that’s supposed to be on 50th. My mouth actually does water when I see junk food. If I pass a McDonalds our see one of those shitty coffee cart cinnamon rolls I practically turn into a cartoon wolf.
I awoke from a deep sleep around 5:30 the next morning. I emphasize “deep” because my bedside lamp was still on, as well as my laptop; the “Nip/Tuck” DVD still spinning from when I tried to watch an episode in bed. When this happens, it’s such a shock because I don’t remember any of the show before falling asleep, I don’t remember any dreams and everything jarringly goes from empty black to a fully lit room. Reluctantly, I start the episode again in the middle and decide to watch the remainder of the disc while I get dressed. “Get this disc back to Netflix, so I can focus on ‘Mad Men’.” I tell myself.
I’ve noticed that Tommy Hilfiger has really nice coats. Last season I fell in love with a hooded, wool toggle coat in dodger blue plaid and now it’s a white double breasted trench coat that fits like a dream. My reluctance to plop down my credit card and just take these items home is based entirely in the realization that these sorts of “statement pieces” are always priced about $200 too much to make them rational buys so I just end up periodically swinging by the flagship store on 5th Avenue to visit the ones that I’ve deemed too impractical to purchase. Sort of like couples who are trying to decide on whether or not to adopt a child.
Currently Watching: Surprisingly, nothing…
Currently Wearing: Rogues Gallery red/white striped button front, black sweater vest, corduroy trousers from Uniqlo and gray and maroon Heutchy shoes.