I don’t know what you want from me. My Fairfield train arrived in Grand Central Station around 8:50 am. I dragged my luggage up to Dolby 88 at Sixth and 55th Street, watched a reasonably decent, not-half-bad film that I’ll identify later, chatted over coffee with Variety critic Owen Gleiberman, took the IRT down to Chambers, dumped my stuff at the Murray Street Airbnb, and then wrote a bit at a Starbucks at Murray and Church (where I’m currently sitting). I now have to head uptown to a screening of Doug Liman‘s The Wall (Roadside, 5.12). 8:50 pm update: Sitting inside 57th Street Starbucks, about to get kicked out. I just can’t seem to get on it today.
