Eating Everything With Spoons

For those of you playing along at home, you’ll be pleased to learn that I finally made it to the the army/navy store on 42d street, and they were open. Got a pair of used German army pants. Also walked 5th Avenue with all the tourists, and picked up a few cheap things at H&M. Funny how, when left to my own divices, I end up wearing things my parents would have chosen for me when I was 10 (except the wool skull cap and Ray Ban aviators that make me look like The Edge). I’m still on Vicodin, still in pain, still eating everything with spoons — there’s not a clean bowl in the apartment.