Ten hours? WTF? People usually say something like I'll call you back in 10 minutes... but I guess our dear friend Cindy needs a little more time because, ugh, she still sick as a dawg. If I could, I'd hermetically seal her in her room and put up a sign that reads, "Do not open until doomsday." I mean, for the sake of humanity and all. 
Fortunately (or unfortunately), it's not up to me. And apparently, doomsday arrives in 10 hours cuz we're gonna break that seal and risk life and lung to deliver the poor girl some sustenance. I guess it would be nice if we brought her some food. So, with Au Bon Pain soup, a big ass bottle of Gatorade, and a can of ginger ale in hand, we venture into the chamber of death... and I swear, it's like a scene out of a horror movie. She's laying there in the middle of the bed, head slouched over, mattress half off the box spring, her voice channeling her inner Beelzebub. All the while, I'm thinking... man, this ain't swine flu... it's demon possession! I'm just waiting for her head to spin around 360 degrees. For the love of god, I need to douse her with some holy water and exclaim, "Begone, demon! Begone, demon! Begone, demon!" Oh wait. This is Gatorade... oops.Random Stuff:
Lunch at out favorite place for pancakes, Clinton Street Baking Company. Blueberry pancakes... mmmm.- Checking out the transit museum at Grand Central Station.
- Tonight is the last night of Leno.
- Today can pretty much be called the day of missing stuff. We woke up too late to watch the real Lionel Richie performing for free in Central Park. We missed Prince Harry at the WTC. And we end up missing free night at the MOMA. Damn. Maybe we'll miss our flight tomorrow... yeah, right.
Dinner at Aquagrill
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