doing good has left no feelings of good.
en route to queens to pick up a fridge, crashed into a taxi. then in a suffocatingly hot apartment spent 1.5 hours on the phone with verizon figuring out how to get the wireless working for 2 girls who can't speak english (i am not computer savvy). drove all the way back to harlem during rush hour to drop off the fridge and a bag of rice. hit rush hour again. stopped by panera's and to my dismay i only got one olive.
i must learn to always smile and never sigh. but it's so hard.
