* do laundry. and i really mean it this time. i am not wearing a pyjama top and a floor-length satin skirt to thanksgiving dinner. i think.
* get vacation photos developed. all four of them.
* get dolled up for Ducky's Barmacy gig tonight.
I am afraid to take a shower. Every time the boiler kicks in, it gives the apartment the distinct feel of the inside of a freight train as it rolls through a war zone. The dishes rattle, the floor shakes, I can hear the pipes hitting the wall in front of my computer. I actually put shoes on each time this happens, figuring I'll probably have to grab the cat and make a run for it when the thing blows.
(you would too if in one year your apartment had been decimated by a radiator accident and the building right behind you collapsed as you stood naked, seven feet away)
Ah, New York.