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Brass Monkey

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Ok. Sometimes what things people say they are aren’t. That’s the name of that tune. Watching ‘Weeds’ with Juan. It’s a very good show, from Showtime. I rented it on Netflix. I admit I hadn’t gotten into it the first episode but as I watched the second and then watched the first one again I saw what a great show it actually is. Mary Louise Parker hits the mark with her performance. Great casting, especially with Elizabeth Perkins as Cecilia. What a bitch. I recommend it highly. Pun may be intended. I’ve only watched the first of two disks and I can’t see it losing steam with the next episodes. Just have to return the disc to Netflix and get part two.

Now we are watching ‘Bear Cub’, a film from Spain about a bear. A heavyset gay man, for those playing at home. He’s entrusted to care for his sister’s son while she flies off to India from Madrid with her boyfriend. So far so good. Juan is flipping out because he understands the language and doesn’t need the subtitles. Really flipping out momentarily. It’s a pretty nice evening weather wise.. Actually almost perfect. Nothing to complain about on that front.

Work was work and it actually has been getting better for me at least. Felicia is not doing so well and today’s text was about how her illness has traveled to her central nervous system and that is definitely not a good thing at all. I asked if she needed anything and she suggested morphine which is out of my reach. If she required some cigarettes of the herbal variety then it would be no problem but I generally avoid the injectibles and their familiars with a passion. I think it’s a wise choice and has served me well thus far. I knew you’d agree.

I really found my groove at the job. With Felicia out sick I’ve had to step up and make my presence known and it hasn’t been so bad. I’m certainly more visible while maintaining my usual perch about a hundred feet from everyone else. Today I bought some Hershey’s Dark Chocolate kisses which definitely curried favor with quite a few people. I suppose I could bribe my way into their hearts, but it would seem right. Once a week, a tray full of dark chocolate kisses seems to suffice so that’s what the plan is.

I did stop off after work and had a couple of beers at a gay bar, the Dugout on Christopher Street. A bear bar. On weekends it’s usually jam packed with hirsute men, bellys overreaching belt buckles and lot’s of man boobs. That is the Sunday beer bust and I’m usually down the shore, where I should be. Believe me, the man boobs aren’t going anywhere. If they were, they would’ve been gone already.

I think bear culture is derived from the AIDS epidemic. There were probably guys like me that decided with the wasting away effects of full blown AIDS, it would be better to be a little chunky around the waist than to waste away. Juan is making crazy plans to travel abroad with a first stop in Montreal. That would be nice, but he’s thinking about in two weeks, and with the way work is right now, it might be better to see what develops.

Juan is bugging out seriously with Spanish subtitles over the English subtitles when they speak in French. Does Juan have the balls to live in Europe by himself? I think it would depend on where in Europe he would decide to live.

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I really shouldn’t complain but I am upset. There’s no bread in the house. When I left there were four slices and that was enough for me and Juan to have burgers on. When I came home, no bread at all. I just sent Juan to the A&P to get some more bread, after texting Bill with a simple, ‘Bread?’. Like I said I shouldn’t complain, especially since I’m writing this on my beloved’s laptop, the G4.

Still no word from dear Rand about when he could stop by and install my network card. I figure that I’m either on his shit list, or he’s very busy with his business or just doesn’t want to visit an aficionado of the Jazz cigarette. Or it could simply be a combination of all three. A response would be nice in any event. I did offer to take him and his wife, Lisa out to dinner at Karma Café if he could do it. He’s simply not biting though.

Today was a Monday and of course not a bad one after being pummeled and beaten up by the ocean yesterday. Made watching TV difficult last night, trouble keeping the eyes open you see, or rather don’t see. Bill and I were both under the sheets last night. Since I put the air conditioner in last week it’s been a relief from sweating throughout the night. I do enjoy bundling up under the sheets and a big body like Bill’s is a great thing to hang onto. We make the best out of a full size bed, not looking to purchase a new, larger bed like we did on the Fourth of July weekend.

I woke up as usual and puttered around, taking a shower, making coffee, pouring cereal and counting slices of bread. In the distance I kept hearing my cell phone vibrate, and when I looked there was a text message waiting. It was from Felicia. She was very ill and said she had her first session of dialysis. Not fun, not at all. The message was received at 1:45AM. I texted her back, letting her know everything was aright and that I hoped she felt better, asking her to let me know if there was anything she might need.

Not that I’d be really able to help her out, I mean, leave work and run an errand for her? I would if I could but it was sort of an empty promise. If she asked and if it were possible I would do it. That meant she would be out today, and quite possibly tomorrow.

Speaking of ill supervisors, I did a little research and found that a certain former supervisor who claimed a few times to me that she won a major settlement and would never have to work again. Well if she is using the same name, she’s an executive assistant to some CEO of a financial firm in San Francisco. That made me laugh contentedly knowing that she’s still lying. I wonder how long it will be till her brain starts doing the strangeness she claimed it was doing in New York. These things have a habit of biting one on the ass, or in her case, on the brain.

That was fun! And now here’s Juan with the bread. My hero! Time to start counting slices!