the booth, the whole booth, and nothing bu the booth

day three. still excited. coffee helps. so does money in my hand. today i learned that most dogs in central park wear clothes. i saw a beagle wearing a green t-shirt, a blue down vest and a yellow scarf.

i went to the big library on 42nd st. i love the reading room at the top floor. the ceiling is painted with blue skies and clouds. there are two levels of books around the perimeter. above the books are tall arched windows. its like grand central station for books. there are long tables with wide, sturdy seats. each place - the seat and the table - are numbered. you could say, meet me at the big library, in the reading room on the top floor, i'll be at seat 662. i like that a lot. i'm not sure why. maybe because its so concrete. it exists. it has existed for a long time and will continue to exist. i think that's what they call legacy. maybe not.

tomorrow is saturday. usually saturday means lounging by the pool or baking brownies. tomorrow i want to work hard. i want to sell necklaces and bags and make my pitch 500 times.