hospital wifi.

is quite possibly the single most important thing. ever. especially on days when one is required to sit in a waiting for an indefinite period of time (which is now reaching the 6th hour).

so here's what's up.

i've been staring at the east river for about 3 of the last 5 hours. i had almost managed to convince myself that it flows upstream. sort of just for fun.

i remembered today why i don't like the upper east side of manhattan.

it's not hard to explain, really . . . i just don't like it.

there is a turf war thing, i guess, that happens between UES and UWS people. i inhabited the upper west side for long enough to understand why is it better than the east for about a thousand different reasons. i have a crips-bloods kind of mentality about the whole thing.

it's weird that 86 degrees feels like a cold spell. but it does. i even have a sweater in my purse. for real.

just down the way is the 59th street bridge. which is also the queensboro bridge. i think it's unnecessary to give bridges 2 names.

but it gives me an alternate something to stare at when the river water makes me feel dizzy. which it doesn't, but i suppose it could after long enough.

i could get a better shot of it with my fancy shmancy iPhone (which i sometimes want to smash into tiny pieces just for being a product of Apple; but it's not the iPhone's fault. that would be like hating on really cool people just because their parents suck) if i weren't trapped inside this "family atrium" . . .

there are a lot of really great photos from the fourth of july weekend that i'm sure some people would find rather amusing. and by "great" i mean full of absurdity, insanity, and calamity.

and rum.

a lot of rum.

and a few margaritas.

and a beer thrown in for good measure.

maybe i will post them.

there is a woman sitting across from me who is talking, mostly complaining, to herself. i think i want to switch seats. or go outside. or just leave this place altogether. and go home.

okay, peace out. there is a river that needs watching.