I seem to be going through a recurring theme of things that have gotten under my skin. The New York State Department of Labor nonsense, which I still don’t know how that will pan out despite my being in the clear, the decision in my favor. Still I have a feeling that isn’t over. I expect to hear from them again in a few months.

Today’s drama, which I know isn’t really drama concerns the Ipod. I lost 6347 songs. Those who know me know that music is quite an integral part of my life. All consuming. I am amazed at how attached I am to this thing. Maybe addicted is the proper word. Yes addicted seems a better fit. So like I used to do with cassettes, I would try to play the proper song to fit my mood, my walking around Manhattan to.

Without it, I am bumping into people, buildings, and cars. I need a beat. I need my music.
I got the music in me, but it’s better to hear the original songs, or at least have 6000 songs at my disposal. I think I might have figured something out. But Itunes and Ipod are acting oddly. A family spat perhaps. I have to wait for them to sort it out.

I just made a good joke, which turned into something quite awkward. An episode of Homicide is on, featuring the Law and Order dancers and someone was on screen that Bill mentioned was in the movie, Shaft. I said that I had never seen it. He says he has it on DVD. I told him I knew that and I was waiting for when he could show me his Shaft.

No reaction. Something on TV got his attention. I was merely next to the TV. Perhaps the innuendo made him upset. I wish we were seeing Philip Beanstalk this Monday, but we’re not. Two weeks. I suppose I should write it down, but I already did, didn’t I?

Okay. I’ve reloaded most of my 6000 tracks, actually about 5800 and change. Have to edit and manually reload a lot of things but I do have some good stuff in there. Lot’s of duplicates. Been chatting with Jonathan Gonzalez at Columbia University while he sits in on a meeting of students for something, He seems like a cool guy. Politically aware and active. A good person it seems.

I’m sure in the next few days I’ll be finding songs missing as I walk along the streets of Manhattan. I have songs here at home, actually the bulk of my sings are here. Have some at work. And I’m wary of the machine at work since that is where the trouble started. I’ll probably gamble.

I uploading Gorillaz second disc, Demon Days. Been playing that a lot lately and I would like/need/want that on the Ipod. Oh this hunkering down on the keyboard is killing my neck.

I am such a drama queen aren’t I?

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Sitting in front of the computer, Bill on the couch, Gilmore Girls on, Scrubs on deck, smoking a La Gloria Cubana Hermoso, feeling good. Very good Gilmores tonight. A return to form. Scrubs should be good too. After that it’s running lines with Bill for a project he just was cast for.

Had an apathetic day. Started out by oversleeping. No hustle at all. Got a later bus and meandered up to work through midtown Manhattan listening to Gorillaz, Demon Days which I am digging more and more. They’re playing at the Apollo Theatre in Harlem this week but all the shows are sold out. Not bad for a cartoon band.

Scrubs is dependably silly. A bit about singing Brick House by the Commodores while dancing reminded Bill that he has video of me on New Year’s Eve dancing with Julio and Stine to Brick House and Julio spanking my butt twice during the video. Bill thinks this is incriminating evidence, suitable for blackmail. I heard suitable for black male.

Roofies reference very funny. A Gilmore Girls reference on Scrubs! Double play! A sure sign of the rapture to come! Brilliant! Koyaanisqatsi reference! Even more brilliant.

Just ran some lines with Bill. I would be so good for the part playing against Bill. Now Bill watches porn, meaning Law and Order. And we run lines during commercial breaks. The things we do for love. It’s actually a pretty good script, at least the parts where Bill’s role has lines. I am getting into the role of Luke. Lives on a farm on Tattooine. It’s vaguely familiar but then again aren’t most stories?

So work was basically doing the most basic functions and getting Christina who sits to my right to start pulling her weight, forcing her to take the initiative. Which isn’t really taking the initiative since that requires little or no prompting. But she needs prompting. She constantly needs to be told what to do. I admit it is partially my fault since I would do a lot of things myself rather than have her screw things up, but after a year of her watching me do my work, she should have at least some clue. But she doesn’t. And I don’t care.

I called up the New York State Department of Labor again. Spoke to someone on the line and faxed over the decision regarding my hearing on June 28, 2005. I anticipate hearing from the NYS DOL again, but hopefully I’ll be at a new job and they will actually have to work to track me down. Or they can call the inhuman Human Resources director and Helen Devilakos would sell me out in a minute. She probably was a high ranking officer in the Vichy regime in France during World War II.

Is that a light at the end of the tunnel? Or just an oncoming express train?

Is that person swimming out there in the water, waving? Or drowning?

And what about that glass? Is it half full or half empty?