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8:51 a.m – Step out of the apartment.
8:52 a.m. – Pass the man with a small black dog you thought was gay until you saw him kissing his girlfriend goodbye two months ago.
8:53 a.m. – Cross Douglass and 4th avenue.
8:54 a.m. – Car mechanics stare…keep walking.
8:55 a.m. – Pass the homeless man in front of John’s Deli & Grocery and
8:56 a.m. Get your unwarranted morning lewd gesture.

8:55 a.m. – Contemplate saying something, and then remember you saw empty coke cans thrown at him by teenagers a few weeks back.
8:56 a.m. – Pass the man that bleaches his hair blonde and gels it to stand up straight.
8:57 a.m. – Walk faster you should’ve passed blondie three minutes ago.
8:58 a.m. – Red light. Traffic guard, wave, cross.
8:59 a.m – Shoot a dirty look to the car that almost hit you.
9:00 a.m. – Get your first glimpse of the bridge. Have your daily holy-crap-I-really-live-in-New York moment.
9:01 a.m. – Keep walking.
9:02 a.m. – Realize that the next 25 minutes are pretty boring and you don’t need to take note of them for your blog.
9:27 a.m. – Consider calling, but chicken out.
9:28 a.m. Pass Myrtle, Tillary and the Police Station. Turn left onto York and head into DUMBO.
9:29 a.m. Get distracted by the street art. Now you’re five minutes late.
9:30 a.m. Wave to the guy who occasionally takes $2 off your coffee.
9:31 a.m. – Pet Murray and ask Nancy how the business is going.
9:32 a.m. – Let the B62 stop before you sneak around it.
9:33 a.m. – Try and catch a glimpse inside the old auto-body shop painted yellow and turned into a buddhist center.
9:34 a.m. Take your 100th picture of the bridge.
9:35 a.m. Think about writing a post about how sometimes it feels like the walls are talking to you.
9:36 a.m. Turn off NPR and stuff your iPod into your purse.
9:37 a.m. – Spend the next 5 minutes, fiddling for your keys, unlocking the door, holding it open for the guy behind you and climbing two flights of stairs to your office.
9:42 a.m. – Pet Peanuts.
9:43 a.m. – Breathe.
9:44 a.m. – Start the day.