Just got back from London last night. Wandered around a bit in the cruel New York snow, ate Eggs Benedict at Balthazar, got a shitty but cheap massage. Now I smell like baby oil. I also faxed some things. At this place on Avenue A, the Pakistani owners had taken the time to scrawl some aphorisms on what must have been surplus stock of day-glo labels. "Work is worship" they contend. A customer demurred and wrote, syllogistically but not incorrectly, "work is work." Also, faxes cost $1.08 per page which is just fucking nuts.