Sometimes the local news that I wake up to in the morning here makes me really feel like I am part of some movie script.  Such was the way I felt specifically this morning upon hearing that an Upper East Side Psychologist was murdered in her office by some completely psychotic patient with a meat cleaver of all things.  The patient also left another worker in critical condition and is btw on the loose in our city.

In other news, "an out-of-control garbage truck with an unconscious driver barreled down a midtown sidewalk Tuesday night, killing two people and injuring another".  The driver of the truck apparently had a seizure and lost control, though knowing this town, there was def more to the story.   I can see the movie scripts already....the best part about New York?  Even if there's a writers' strike, we will survive.  We don't even need to write stories, the best plots are unraveling in front of our very eyes.