Back in the belly of the fruit stand. Day two. I seem to be doing all right, Yancy has been complimentary so that’s something. It’s been a busy day and I have a meeting with my counselor at 3:00 despite it being a busy day.

Last Friday she had a meeting at 12:00 considering things that do not concern me. But I had to attend today. I might ask the counselor if I’m in the middle of something. Do I have to stop it I’m doing to attend a meeting that I have nothing to do with?

Last night was chill, Mike was happy that I was in a good mood and I was happy that I was in a good one. He brought some (air he wants some air the awesome air awesome) autumn. Jesus Christ this dictation sucks. But still it counts as a (workout so) word count.

Perhaps it’s the prosthetics that prevent me from speaking clearly. From where I was sitting I was feeling some water flying through the air like a mist. I got up and moved to where I thought it would be less turned out to be more so I turned around and sat (so) where I was sitting.

So there is an online group a4a that I communicate in. Not looking for anything just chatting but you never know right? I (love pretty clear and I) am pretty clear on what I am interested in, cigars and men that smoke cigars and I even say if you don’t smoke cigars we should move on.

There’s one guy who is so proud of the fact that he does not read profiles which are designed to not waste time but he seems to be designed to waste time.

It’s not a major thing but obviously it has gotten underneath my skin I did block him and then unblock him cuz I wanted to see what his reaction was and part of me really wants to see what his reaction is now since I have not looked at it in about 20 minutes but I should know better and not.

It is Tuesday September 22nd. My brother posted a recognition of my father passing away in 1999 yesterday on September 21st so many people offered sympathy and prayers I did not on neither did my sister

I have my reasons I don’t know what hers are.

And I just got so close to checking out what this idiot had to say but then again am I an idiot for looking out for what an idiot have to say? More than likely yes

Almost three and a half hours left in the day of work. Right now I am one of many who sit and look at their phones but I am dictating and I think they are just reading.

Some anxiety is welling up inside of me I don’t know why probably because of the 3:00 meeting this will come inside with about 10 people arriving at my desk
I had Ted Lasso on the television last night which Mike sort of hate attention to sort of paid attention to but had his phone in his hand.

It was (finally my favorite episode it was) mainly my favorite episode or at least one of my favorite episodes regarding Colin coming out of the closet and Isaac having difficulty not with Colin coming out of the closet but with Colin not telling Isaac and they were best mates.

Dictation once again. At the fruit stand in the belly and most of my work is done. I was complimented on the work I had done Friday which stressed me out so much that I carried it with me on Friday night. Both Mike and Bill were concerned but not overly so.

It is now Monday and I am in the belly. I am reading about car vandalism in Hoboken and reminded of something that I told Mike I believe a week or so ago when Barbara Williams and Billy Shoerling and I were throwing dirt bombs at cars parked at an apartment complex.

One of the residents saw what we were doing and yelled at us to stop. We didn’t think anything of it since we were throwing dirt bombs and not rocks, but in hindsight, 50-plus years later, there were probably rocks in those dirt bombs, and there we were, depreciating the value of parked cars.

The person who was yelling at us was greatly upset, and we never stopped until he showed up behind us and grabbed us by the collar. Billy took off, but Barbara and I were caught, and he dropped Barbara off at her house, where Nanny Williams admonished her. And (you), when we got to my house, I nearly got my head head handed to me.

So the work I had done, which had stressed me out on Friday, turned out to be a good thing, although I actually think we’ll find out tomorrow since most of these requests (were) were Tuesday through Friday. Bill is on the road, Mike is at my crib and I am in the belly.

I’m taking lunch in about 6 minutes, and since I’m in the belly, I’ll probably go to that concrete Park and have a small cigar and look at all the other people that are smoking weed or just sleeping on the cement benches.

The internet and/or smartphones will be the death of culture as we know it. Whether or not it adapts to something greater or attempts to something lesser, we won’t know until we’re there.

There is an Autumn chill in the air so much so that I wore a jacket to work in a short-sleeve shirt, figuring that a short sleeve shirt would not do the trick when walking to the train in the morning. I suppose I did the right thing, but who really knows anyway.

I do need to go to sleep earlier than I have been. I am looking at 10:00 p.m. tonight; whether or not that actually happens is another story. 10:30 would be a good cutoff point and better than the 11:00 p.m. that I have been going to bed at.

Til Victory by Patti Smith group it’s in my head. Not a bad song the lead off track on the Easter album. Usually or lately, Tiny Steps by Elvis Costello and The Attractions has been occupying my jukebox in my mind palace, but obviously not today.