I went to the reading and then to a party afterward that had a lot of really cool and famous people there.  But then I ate Ray's Pizza, which is entirely overrated, and I had to take a couple more trains home due to construction.

when I got off on Franklin in Brooklyn, some guy looked me in the eyes when I walked past him going the opposite direction. I looked hard at him.  I turned around to see if he was following me, and he looked behind him at the same time at me.  Then, about ten seconds later, I turned around again, and he was following me.  I turned the corner, and he turned the corner.  And the only thing I could think was that I didn't have any money and that I am big and a little drunk and that one of is going to have to die if he tries to mug me.  But I got to my door in time.  I went upstairs and didn't turn on the light.  I saw him across the street, but he didn't see me.  And he walked away.

I thought, "that was a scary situation."

But I wasn't scared.

It's the first time in a long time something like that has happened to me.

So weird that he thought I was a target when I was willing to kill or die if he had caught up with me.

Sleep now.