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Today was a sad, sad day. I was sent to cover two (unrelated) suicides–so devastating. And difficult. But more devastating. So much grief today. I don’t really know what else to say.

This is more annoying than sad, but then I lost my phone. Hours later, I finally found it on the driveway. I guess I dropped it as I was walking out of the car?

Speaking of car! Most of you probably know that I can’t drive. If you didn’t, well, the cat’s out of the bag. So sue me–although I’m a Long Islander, I went to high school and go to college in the city. Also, I admit laziness had a hand in my reliance on the Long Island Rail Road. Anyway, about two years ago my father started teaching me how to drive, and I was okay, if a bit erratic and tense and nervous. Okay, pretty erratic, tense, and nervous. And then we stopped. School picked up again, I went to St. Louis for the summer (where my lack of license led to my kind boss driving me to work, home, everywhere. Three days ago I got behind the wheel again and the whole thing seemed so much easier and relaxing. Road test/license in the not so distant future? I think so!

Oh, also: OCB is much faster than (but still not as good as) Saturday. Because the font is larger. And because it’s less jam-packed with sweeping ideas that cover more than the protagonists.

I wish Anne Hathaway were not in Twelfth Night. I have a feeling she is making tickets much harder to come by…

Excited for the long weekend, though! Doing anything interesting?

Life in brief

Brief due to extreme fatigue. But here it is, just to keep track for myself

Yesterday I:
-started at the Daily News
-interviewed theatergoers on the impact of Archbishop Dolan’s visit to Irena’s Vow on their viewing options
-walked a lot
-went to the bronx to work on this
-took the train home, ate, read, slept

Today I:
-went to a press opening of the High Line, the elevated park where some cool people spoke
-met some incredible reporters and fellow interns
-went to a park in the Bronx for man on the street reporting (turns out it’s the park my dad grew up in. two blocks away from his first U.S. home).
-met a person who lives in a homeless shelter for medical disabilities since he very recently woke up from a long coma that left him financially devastated
-was walked to the subway by someone I interviewed in the park
-went out to dinner
-traveled home

Bullet points mean I am lazy. Will try to not do this again. Good night.