Once again, I’ve let too much of the day slip by and have neither the time nor the emotional energy to write about my disastrous ski trip. I would promise to do so tomorrow but I have too little faith in my ability to keep my word.
In the meantime, I seem to be going either deaf or insane, or perhaps both. Yesterday I was taking the crosstown bus to gymnastics class and the bus driver said, “Tenth Avenue next.”
Except that wasn’t what I heard. What I heard was “Goddamn eunuchs.”
Though, this being Manhattan, maybe that’s exactly what he said.