Well I slept a deep sleep last night, had difficulty waking up. Bill noticed this and since he’s been getting up before me, he made coffee. That was really nice, considering he doesn’t drink coffee at all and never makes coffee. Well he did try once before and wound up making some sludge. After that attempt, I showed him how to make coffee, 3 scoops only. It’s been a while and it was good to have one last thing to do as I wandered around the apartment like a zombie. He kissed me and wished me a good day before he headed out to catch the bus.

All day long I was a zombie, just a few steps behind myself. I knew I’d have to get through the day and then the weekend would stop since I have a summer Friday, meaning a day off. It was quiet in the office so Linda the nice British woman sent me home earlier than I expected. I followed her instructions and came home and went to bed. Woke up around 6:30 and finally felt better. Made myself a hamburger and now I’m just chillin. Bill is at his parents in the city, it’s a Thursday night after all.

My original weekend plan to have Friday off and go up and visit El Rey at his new house isn’t going to happen since he has to drive his girlfriend somewhere. It’s just as well since I have to go to a funeral on Saturday I think. My Aunt Betty died and I think she’ll be buried next to my Uncle Harry in Mount Vernon. Don’t really have the details on that yet, so it’s a rough idea. My brother Brian called me up with the news and I did as he asked, called my brother Frank.

I didn’t really know Aunt Betty. She was married to my Uncle Harry. Might’ve been his second wife, but I could be wrong. Harry was the twin brother of my Uncle John. My siblings and I were close to Uncle John and his wife Madeline’s kids. They had five daughters and one son. There’s a bond between us, but as time goes on the bond gets fainter. To the point where we see each other at funerals and weddings, but mainly funerals. Weddings are expensive and inviting people you see once or twice a decade can add up. So it’s usually funerals. Those are cheaper.

So Saturday is a funeral which means I’ll be seeing the cousins from Bordentown. Last time I saw them was at my father’s wake, and I mentioned that we should all get together more often instead of merely wakes or weddings. They agreed and we went our separate ways. I wasn’t expecting them to hold me to it, and I wasn’t expecting life to get more and more hectic as it goes on, but it does. A cousin or two mentioned they were disappointed at the fact that I wasn’t doing much of anything as far as organizing a get together. Hell, I was disappointed that I wasn’t doing much of anything.

Half a day at work. Not feeling too good. Major headache. My head, not the job. I was okay until as I was about to leave the apartment then wham, major throbbage. Came home and slept intermittently. Now I find myself sitting in from of the computer trying to think of something to write. I can write about how I dreamt of being at Monmouth Beach as a tsunami was about to hit. That was intense. Ever since the tsunami that hit southeast Asia two years ago, the thought has been on my mind. At the shore I’m always on the lookout for rogue waves. Rogue waves and men in speedos. Both are few and far between.

For some reason I’ve been hooked on Rock Star: Supernova. I was also hooked on last year’s version. The one where they tried to find someone to replace Michael Hutchence in INXS. I’m sure they picked someone, but don’t ask me who. INXS were a very good looking band, all very good looking chaps. Then Hutchence gets an idea and it all gets pear shaped. Now some bald guy is playing guitar and singing Fire by Jimi Hendrix with the house band. A credible job, the house band that is. Headache still makes it’s presence known, or maybe because it’s the show. A reality show.

If I don’t think about the headache it’s barely noticeable, but having just written that it gives me a nudge as if to say, ‘Oh yeah?’. Maybe it’s a vitamin deficiency. For some reason I thought that maybe it so I bought some multiple vitamins. It’s similar to the headache I had this past weekend, but why would it go away on Monday and Tuesday only to punch in on Wednesday? Bad scheduling on the headache’s part, and bad timing to strike as I was about to walk out the door. Minus ten points for both. Stupid headache.

Perhaps I should make an appointment for some trepanning. I read somewhere that that’s coming back in a big way. Trepanning is the drilling of holes in the head to relieve pressure. Hell I don’t need an appointment, I can do it myself. Don’t have an electric drill, but I have a manual one. Please read that under the suggestion that it was satire. I don’t have a manual drill.

It’s nighttime and relatively early, tired but not sleepy. Headache has gone away, must have been the Rock Star: Supernova show. My guilty pleasure. My secret lover. No wait, that’s not it. If I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret. Now I’m watching repeats of Scrubs. It’s not breaking the trust that Juan and I have for the show, I believe that pertains to watching the DVDs. Very funny show and no guilt to accompany the pleasure. How uncatholic, guilt free pleasure. Why hasn’t that happened before? This must be what being a Protestant is like. Despite the fact that I’m an atheist, I was brought up Catholic and sent to Catholic schools so the dogma still dogs me to this day.