After being greeted in the street by a grey pigeon with a broken wing and two more texts from grans attorney I switched off my phone and decided to stay @ the Astoria all day.
As Marlene Dietrich once said: it's nicer to be suicidal @ some place fancy!
I undress in my room and have tea in the bathtub, pretending I'm Marilyn Monroe. (The Astoria Was the hotel of her dreams, but she ran out of cash and had to leave. There are too many mirrors here.)
9 hours to Los Angeles