I'm actually crossing off things to do in NYC that I've never bothered to do. I went to the Central Park Zoo the other day. I even took a carriage ride. Today? I'm actually going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
In a little over a week I'll be starting life as a university student. It is probably an exercise in futility, considering that my last attempts at arranging a dinner with my friends have been canceled due to events out of everyone's control, but I would like to try again. Although at home I felt as if I were on the outside looking in at the many parties and balls I attended, I was still attending them. I've found myself missing that busy-ness, and I feel the need to re-create it, at least in some small part.
Help.
ETA: Boy. That sounds dramatic when it's all by itself. It's not an emergency, so it's cool. Everything is fine. No problems here. Just ignore me.
E(again)TA: No but seriously.
Help.
-- Attachment
-- Your robot owes me a new nose
Okay boys and girls, this comes from the man himself: calmly get the fuck out of the building. We've got an intruder, currently on the fourth floor. DO NOT ENGAGE. Just get out. Do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars, just go. Got it? Go to [location] and wait there until we have everyone accounted for.
Okay, so we've got a few problems here at Stark Tower. Okay, so it's one great big problem. Our friend Max Dillon has just showed up and he's looking for someone. He's not hurting anyone but he is causing some small electrical fires and other damage. So, you know, some help getting people out would be pretty fucking awesome. I'm telling people to head to [same location as above] so they can be accounted for.
Hey, I need you guys at Stark Tower NOW. Electro's here and we've got to get people evacuated. I'm also working on suppressing these fires we've got springing up from the fun this asshole's having. Make sure that people get to [same location as above] and stay there until we have everyone accounted for.
So, I'm looking for a new place to live.
I think I'm moving back into the Tower.
Um, so... do you have a couch or a spare bedroom?
Also, how do you feel about cats? And spiders?
I believe you're the person I talk to about moving back into the Tower?
-- Hey
-- I'm drinking scotch fully clothed in an empty bathtub the size of a hotel bed.
-- Any chance that was how you were planning to spend your Friday night anyway?
This afternoon, I moved at least three separate pieces of wall away from bystanders while I ate a blueberry scone.
Don't say I never did anything for humanity.
How do you feel about museums?