The Sopranos were excellent last night, Vito flipping out. He’s off to get himself killed. Tony’s being a dick to Carmela. I’m just glad the little brat, AJ wasn’t in the show. Meadow was and she was enjoyable. Meadow used to be a brat, now she’s a mouthy Columbia student. Tony’s sister showed her true colors, which were actually her mother’s colors. And poor Ginny, her house is being sold out from under her.

Big Love was exceptional last night. I think with each episode it keeps getting better and Bill Paxton is so gosh darn cute. Jeanne Tripplehorn, Chloe Sevigny and Ginnifer Goodwin are all so credible and the kids too. I highly recommend it. Last night’s baptism was really quite touching with Margene. And Nicky and Barb holding hands was just perfect.

Went to bed, neck and shoulders awfully stiff. Just crashed and fell into a deep sleep. Woke up stiff, I think it’s the pillows of the damned. No more Martha Stewart pillows. I should’ve known. Woke up at 5:55 AM. I reached over and hugged Mr. 555. Stumbled out of bed, it was overcast again, just like yesterday. Perhaps everyday is like Sunday after all.

A hot shower resolved some of the stiffness. Had the breakfast and coffee and I was on my way to the Path train. It was a Bowie morning, his greatest hits. Though somehow his crap version of ‘All the Young Dudes’ made it onto the Ipod despite my deleting it several times. I much prefer Mott the Hoople’s version, produced by Bowie with the Dame on backing vocals. I feel better having just deleted David’s version yet again. I replaced it with ‘John, I’m Only Dancing’ which is infinitely superior to ‘Dudes’ and unjustly left off the collection.

I picked up my bananas at Natural Plus across from City Hall in Hoboken and the guy behind the counter has a nice plantain in his pants. Fully ripe too. One can’t help but notice. I always make him smile when I leave and say, ‘Que tengo buena dia’ which for those playing at home means, have a nice day. Of course you can substitute Noche for Dia, or vice versa. Impress the people you come into contact with most everyday.

Felicia came in today, she seemed in good spirits. We may be coalescing into a team, which is a good thing. Linda, the Fab British woman was in also. A full house today and I’m starting to get a grip on things. It’s almost been a month, so it’s about time. Not too nice a day so I just ran out and got my salad and ate it at my desk. The day flew by again. How long will that last?

After work I was heading uptown and left at the same time as Felicia. We stood outside the subway station I was going to get on and smoked cigarettes and chatted. Gossiped more like. Felicia was married at some point. That’s gossip. I didn’t pry. I’m sure her onion will unfold all by itself. Smokes finished we separated. I hopped on a 1 train to Times Square where there were Gauloises waiting for me.

I snapped them up and continued on my way home. Bought some groceries and chatted with Rod2.0 who is my favorite blogger. Entertaining and intelligent. Maybe I should try that angle sometime. He’s a success and was just interviewed by the Advocate. He even makes money from his blog. He’s almost as much an inspiration for this blog as Lewis Lapham.

So now that’s two people you can blame.