21 December 2005
Something to Complain About
It seems the favorite pasttime of the average New Yorker is complaining about anything: living conditions, commute, weather, customer service, whatever. Now we actually have something substantial to whine over, it is not as fun. But here goes: I'm Tired, My Head Hurts, It's Cold Out, I Wanted To Go To The Met This Week But That's Out Of The Question Now, And The Strike Never Seems To Be Ending Even Though It's Only The Second Day!
Ah, I feel better now.
On a lighter note, Sino's kidney levels have improved. He's on a no-seafood diet, and he growled at Zenobia, which for him is a good sign.