Well the computer is still on the fritz and once again this comes through courtesy of the good graces of Bill. Haven’t heard from Rand, so I’m hesitant to go into action myself, especially if it’s something that could be easily remedied. Had to go to work earlier than usual today, which wasn’t so bad, except for the fact that that Juan came over with a six pack of Heineken. No regrets, I only had two of those followed by two pints of Guinness.

Like I said, no regrets. Watched the Daily Show but when John McCain came on I nearly lost consciousness along with Juan which was the signal that it was time for him to go home and time for me to go to bed. I slept the sleep of the dead and had some vaguely memorable dreams, but that was hours ago and the dreams didn’t turn out to be so memorable after all.

I walked to the Path, picking up some bananas from Plantain Man who looked HOT wearing a skin tight t shirt and sporting wood. Is it me? Do I do this to him? It is flattering if I am the cause. Or maybe he’s popping pseudo Viagra, while drinking ginseng with a fistful of bottles. Nah, I’ll take credit for his hardened condition.

There was a major event going on in the office today, 25 guests expected hence my going in earlier than usual. Major soft drinkers were expected and they demand only the finest quality root beer so it was off to whatever markets there were in the neighborhood to purchase as many six packs of soda as I could. I had to do something similar yesterday and found that the shelves weren’t restocked so I actually had to hike around the west Village.

It wasn’t so bad. The food that I ordered for this event had come in on time and Felicia who was preparing the display slipped me an extra turkey sandwich. Things have been good between Felicia and I. She’s been laughing at my jokes and comments and that’s a good thing. We’ve been making a pretty good team. She’s making an effort to reach out and I admit I’ve been meeting her halfway. Not really eyeing the door anymore and the foibles of the inconsiderate have been beneath my notice.

Don’t speak to me and I won’t speak to you. It’s easy this type of ignorance. Not so taxing. I do have some favorite people, nice people. I just focus and lavish my attention on them.

The turkey sandwich wasn’t sitting well with me though. I was still able to get through the day, but that sandwich seemed to be having difficulty getting through me. Some abdominal discomfort, but I managed. I did leave a little bit early because of the discomfort and made a beeline for the Path train, where I nearly yawned in a Technicolor fashion. It was hot and crowded and that did not make for a relaxing ride home.

I feel a bit warm and that’s not because of the weather. I hope I’m not getting sick. Cross your fingers.

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.