I have discovered that my whole life revolves around the weekends.

Really, now... there's something both empowering and debilitating when you realize that you're just marking time 5/7ths of your life.  Boy, I dislike my job.  I have the kind of job that is the kind of mind-numbing jumping-off point in the movies, where the protagonist has a nervous breakdown, or sends a bowling ball through her computer monitor, or decides she hates the rat race and goes for a retreat on a dude ranch and finds herself after a couple of weeks of roping cows.

But, the weekends.  The weekends I feel like ME.  It's 7 in the morning, and the reflection of the sunrise has turned all the highrises out my windows a mind-blowing rosy peach.  I have no work to do - I'm drinking coffee, typing in front of the windows, and I'm going to check out my sister's blog, to find out how she's doing on the snail farm in Macedonia. 

Honestly, I'm not making that up.   My siblings and I all have very interesting lives.

Today, I'm going to run some errands in Union Square.  I need bookends, because I buy books incessantly, and they are falling all over each other.  So, I'll jump on the Subway, which is a little harder to navigate on the weekends.  There's always some sort of construction going on, and it's always a crapshoot as to whether your train will *really* take you where you think it's going to.  But I need some bookends, so it's time to venture forth out of my little neighborhood, (which is changing daily... have I mentioned there's now a Tiffany's on Wall Street????  Crazy talk.  This is a type A neighborhood where people bark into their cell phones while drinking a cup of lousy street vendor coffee while simultaneously chain smoking two cigarettes, because they don't have time to smoke them one at a time.  The idea of people in this neighborhood browsing at Tiffany's is just weird.) 

So Union Square for bookends.  Okay, not just bookends... there's this CHOCOLATE place there.  A restaurant of chocolate.  Chocolate fondue, chocolate cake, hot chocolate, chocolate waffles, chocolate salad... okay, I'm joking about the salad.

Pity.

-Alexandra