Ok, if I die in my sleep tonight it’s because I was hit on the head really hard by a binder than fell as I was placing bankers boxes on top of a filing cabinet. It hurt quite a lot. I have a bump on my skull. I’ve hit my head several times in my life, cracked it open three times, but haven’t in quite a while. Today I kept rubbing my head with my hand, looking for blood.

I didn’t want to go to a hospital in the city, a lesson I’ve learned from the writings of William S. Burroughs. That and how to cook and inject heroin with an eyedropper. I will stick with the no city hospital bit, you can keep the heroin. Not a fan you see. So in case I wind up in a coma, you can blame it on the accounting department and their haphazard methods of storing documents.

Yesterday was quite a nice day with Bill, walking around Hoboken, playing Frisbee in Church Square Park. He enjoyed it a lot too, enough to want to do it again and again. As much as we do things together, we rarely ‘do’ things together. Mostly we hang out and watch TV, or go to the movies, but those things aren’t really interacting with each other. It’s doing something together separately, but walking around, talking and tossing a Frisbee back and forth is actually doing something. An activity.

I admit it was inspired by the time I ran into Rand and Lisa tossing a Frisbee in the exact same spot in the park. I’ve tossed the Frisbee with them on Pier A a while ago. What’s with all the Frisbee commentary?

Juan is here, reading my magazines, the cost of his admission was a six pack of Heineken. Bravo Juan, and welcome says I. I cooked us both some burgers on the George. We watched the first half of Project Runway and then I changed the channel to House of Boateng. More fashion but men’s fashion designed by a very butch British man. Now we’re watching Fabulous: The Story of Queer Culture on IFC. Juan’s never known gay culture or the gay community, or so he says. But then again, he was born in the eighties of foreign parents.

A very good, informative documentary, I’m really enjoying it. They’re talking about the Basic Instinct protests by GLAAD. One talking head made a valid point about not having a problem with gay villains as long as there are gay heroes. The problem is there usually aren’t any gay heroes.

Juan not being of age can’t get into coolish gay bars in the city which is a shame because I’m sure we’d have a great time hanging out and checking out whatever scene might be happening. I’m sure we’d be more than likely doubled over in laughter at all the posing and the poseurs.

Bill is on his way home after his improv class. He’s been going to Chicago City Limits on Monday nights which is when I used to go. I won a semester of free classes from Time Out Magazine. I could’ve sworn SNL would have scouts in the area, but it never happened. I found out that I am not situated for classroom type situations. I was funny outside on the sidewalk before class. My classmates would be in stitches. I just couldn’t be funny on command and found I kept breaking the main rule in improvisation, I kept saying no. Bill is getting a lot more out of it than I did. He’s an actor, lives for the stage, whereas I prefer to be behind the scenes. Sometimes.