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Last night, Ezra and I went shopping for some food. While I was checking out, he chatted up a couple, and got me invited for lunch this Shabbos. Cool.
This morning, Ezra helped me take home a second-hand dresser (craigslist rocks) and then he took off for home. I went down the basement, and started hacking away at work.
Tonight, I made some hot dogs for dinner, and unpacked a majority of my clothing. There's room enough for a bookcase in my room, and I'm probably going to need it to hold my stuff. There are still boxes of mine in the living room, and I don't like leaving them there.
I'm irritated at myself that I now live in Manhattan, but am not actually doing anything in the evenings. I make the excuse that I'm still unpacking, but it wears thin. I was going to at least go out and get a Slurpee, but I see that the nearest locations of 7-Eleven are in Jersey. Ow.
Where can I get a Slurpee or Slurpee-equivalent in this town?