Dance, dance, dance on the grave of 2007.
There is no other way.

I like riding the subway at rush hour. I hate to pass up any opportunity to yell as loudly as possible: Getting off, getting off, getting off!

Stabbing at the Office!

I had a few days off recently, as I normally hoard days in hopes of lots of paid acting work! On one such day, I missed some serious action in our lobby: a stabbing! Apparently a man stabbed his girlfriend early one rush-hour morning. She was stabbed in the back, arms and wrists, somehow. The Post called the guy a "knife-wielding sicko" and said the lobby was "splattered with blood." Errr...Don't tell mom?