judecorp | I need a phone booth.

So an NBC News employee at Rockefeller Center has tested positive for cutaneous anthrax infection - not as serious as the inhaled infection, and she is being treated and fine. The thought of driving to NYC is quite tempting. Driving east and never coming back.

But right now I want everyone to come here. Mark and Jodie and Lia and Moshe and Rose/Manny/Matt and Dominique and Pam and Kelly and Kathy and Jerk and Pedro and Ronnie and Matante Chrissy and Anthony and Chris and everyone. I want to take care of them, and cook them dinner. I want Jodie and me to go get the ingredients for that punch we made that we drank too much of, and I want to be lightheaded and giggly and smoochy. I want a repeat of the few minutes with Mark at the White Castle in Jamaica that Wednesday, or the look on his face when he spoke to Rose on the phone that Sunday. I want to sit on the stoop with Lia and talk about her writing and her lack of confidence while she clutches her cigarette like a companion. I want to tell Dom that I'm not mad at her. I want to throw a 16th birthday party for Matt, my hubba-hubba, and I want Chrissy to say something Chrissy-like. I want Pedro to sing my "Hey Jude" song to me. And then, after dinner, we can all watch something funny. And laugh and laugh and laugh.

And Jodie will stop crying. And she and I will make plans to explore and take pictures. And it will be good.