Manhattan, busy, windy, cold, snowing, loud, crowded. Yesterday morning and there I was. Park Avenue, better than Times Square. I made it, I made a connection and I'm feeling good to go. My friend is mad at me with going in with Roger and not going in with her. Roger drove, a suitcase and two boxes full of paperwork, I did not want to take the train with that and navigate stairs and railroad platforms and sidewalks getting there. I also feel safer with Roger in the city than I do without him there. I also like being with him, anytime, anywhere. I'll take what I can get. But, for yesterday and the importance of looking good and presenting myself in a professional and relaxed manner, the car definitely outweighed the train, and really, that's what it came down to and after three years of struggling I was not going to sacrifice anything in order to get this to succeed. So I went woth him and I looked good and relaxed and I presented myself and I have lawyers now. So I can't feel bad for everyone and I have to take care of myself and what I deem is important.