Amaley Bernhard::New York City,New York::Entry 2

OMG. I over slept. Found myself on my living room couch.. TV woke me up. The snow has stopped but the daylight finding its way into my Soho apartment is still pretty dismal. Sorting through mail.. Wait that can't be right. It's Friday? I'm rummaging through my purse for my bus ticket. It says.. No that can't be. I call the office. No answer.. I call mom.. Answering machine.. I call Paul's cell.. Voice mail.. I need more friends. I see the message machine - 14 messages. I press play nervously. The first 5-6 are telemarketers.. The next one is mom - just checking up.. The next one is Paul annoyed. He needs me down at the office, yesterday? The next is Paul again.. He just heard? He's sorry? About what? I call Paul's cell.. Voice mail..