Hi folks.  In New York City.  Madness.  Really fun, but also really tiring.  I think it says a lot about me that I'm in the middle of what is, effectively,l an enforced vacation in a quite-popular tourist city, and yet all I really want to do is find a quiet place to read.  And if that place should happen to be near my boyfriend, my cat, and a steady supply of tea, well, so much the better.  It doesn't help that the Sheraton has, apparently, decided that what THIS hotel lobby really, really needs is... any guesses?  Bad techno.  God help me.  Why is there no wireless above the lobby level, and nothing stealable from nearby buildings?

I have good stories.  I must remember to tell you about Wednesday's West Village hike, today's Chinatown adventure, and everything else.

Ooh, but for right now, I have to report that I have already cultivated an appropriately New York attitude.  I loved walking around the Village, and many of the other attitudes, but as I was walking home through Times Square?  I felt nothing but hate.  Hate for the ridiculous signage, hate for the tourists getting in my way.  Hate.  I <3 NY :)