Walked the streets of Philadelphia with younger brother and some of his roommates.

Also read Elizabeth Smart's By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept, about the author’s intense eighteen-year love affair with a married man. I was first drawn to the book because of the title, but upon reading it, it seemed more like the incoherant whinings of a woman who sleeps with another woman's husband and wants everyone to know about it. Uh, think how she must've felt. I couldn't figure out why the book has been hailed "a masterpiece" by others as it came off as really juvenile.

It all comes down to perspective, I suppose.