Looking Up

I do feel moderately better - thanks to a concentrated effort on people's behalf to cheer me up. Of course, Nomi, I'm looking forward to the next chapter.
Did you know there's a restaraunt around here that serves nothin' but fries? I think I may use my free-meal-from-Carolyn on that. Seems like a shame not to make her buy me a steak, but....nothing but fries? Whoa. Unless you have better ideas....oh, whom'I kidding? Wang's! We should go to Wang's.
I still have to talk to Munch, or he's gonna pout for weeks. I know how he gets. Sooner or later, I'm gonna break down and talk to him if he doesn't call me.
But on to other things. I think that I need to take in a show. Bad Shakespeare? Broadway? Watching people break up in Central Park?
That may be the worst thing I've ever done to a stranger on a social basis. I've joined an argument - hey, they have it in public, anyone can play, right? You'd be surprised how touchy folks get, but if you give them a mutual enemy, they seem to gloss over their differences fast. Funny, that.