The cigarettes taste so good

I took the Greyhound from Roseburg to Portland. I already had a ticket, however, the woman working the counter felt it necessary to give me hard time about not being at the station an hour early.

I met Mary and her friend Kim for lunch in Portland. We went to a hippie burrito place. Mary didn't get anything.

I went to galleries in the Pearl District. As usual, I was a little put off by some galleries taking themselves way too seriously.

I went to some mall where a woman at a kiosk washed my hands and then seemed annoyed that I wouldn't buy a giant container of salt.

I was tired of wandering around so I headed to the airport. I bought a transfer from some kids for 50 cents.

My plane was delayed.

I went to the bookstore and got recommendations on some books. The guy who did the recommending was extremely appreciative that I had asked and taken his recommendations.

I ended up getting Battle Royale. It's kind of like Lord of the Flies, but much more violent, and not really that much like Lord of the Flies.

When I arrived in New York my phone battery was dead. I had to wander around JFK looking for an outlet.

I met Stefan at the Eye & Ear clinic. He Had been there since early in the morning.

I had an egg and cheese sandwich for breakfast at Mud Coffee. When I got out, Stefan was still waiting.

I went with Stefan, Ei and Gillian to the Stone. I wont go into my issues with the Stone, as I have mentioned them before. We saw Yasunao Tone (Laptop) with Carlos Giffoni (synthesizer) and Alan Licht (guitar). The performance had it's moments, I also wont go into my issues with laptop performance or Stefan's issues with analog synthesizers. Anyway, the performance was quite loud, and went for about an hour, there were points throughout the performance where one could have ended, one should have ended, and where performers and audience alike wanted it to end. After the performance, we were all promptly removed from the venue, in preparation for the next performance.

Ei left and we met up with Greg and went to that Thai restaurant in Williamsburg.

Gillian left and we went to Greenpoint and wandered around for a while trying to find some party. We found said party, however, it had mostly dispersed by the time we got there(it was around 11:30 on a Thursday). We stuck around too drink the beer we had brought. They were blasting N.W.A and Peaches in the backyard, and no one seemed to mind .

We went to Enids, where we met some very angry young ladies. They had been forcibly removed from some concert (maybe Torri Amos), and were now wandering the streets drinking from a large jug of red wine.