Well I did a whole lot of nothing last night. Just hung out and watched TV. Not much else to do. I surfed and chatted and that was about it. Not really much in the mood to do anything else. Spoke to Julio and it seemed like he and Stine were doing the same thing. There were no plans afoot to go to the beach because all we kept hearing on the weather was what a rainy day it was supposed to be on Sunday. We guess what? They got it wrong again. Not one single friggin drop of rain.

Bill came home last night around 11:00 and set to work on getting me back onto his wireless network. He also told me that his cousin and her husband were giving us their California King sized bed. Which I envision as being gigantic. A truly nice offer that we are going to take them up on, but we need to see if we could fit it in through the doors. I don’t think that aspect will be easy. Not that getting it up four flights of stairs will be a walk in the park either. But with determination we should be able to do it, provided Bill gets the measurements right.

I didn’t sleep to well last night but it wasn’t in anticipation of a different bed. Just restless. Bill of course sleeps through everything, much like I do when I am sleeping well. Last night he sawed wood and I stumbled to get some water. I woke up tired and got into the shower, made some coffee and went out for the bagels. It was a gorgeous morning with an occasional cloud overhead. No plans for the beach were made so no one was going anywhere, not me not Bill not Julio or Stine. Cicadas make their summertime racket which shows you how not rainy it actually is.

Spent the morning reading the papers, and watching the news shows with Bill, then we watched a documentary on Albert Einstein followed by a documentary on Robert Kennedy. Bill left to visit his bed giving cousin and I ventured out to the supermarket to buy some groceries since there was nothing to eat in the apartment. The bagels were long gone. Some cruising with both sexes happening in the supermarket. Perhaps Sunday night is bisexual night. I saw Julio and Stine pedal past on their way to Julio’s office so Stine can do some scanning for work. I know this because I called them while I was in the store.

Nothing else to report, I hope Annemarie feels better, she’s been a little down with a cold and since it’s her birthday on Tuesday, it would be nice if she was in good health. She got my gifts that I sent, Paul Simon, Surprise, Jackson Browne, Acoustic Hits and Arcade Fire, Funeral. She enjoys them but hasn’t played Arcade Fire yet and that’s what I really want to know what she thinks. Juan is due over tonight, next weekend he’ll be back at school. I hope he’s had a good time hanging out this summer. I enjoy his company.

And here’s some pics from this week.

Ok, things are waaay out of the ordinary. Number one, my wireless is not itself, and it needs Bill to set it straight. Number two, I am fucked up. Been one of those days. I can’t even say nothing extraordinary, because it is extraordinary. Like Spalding Gray, like Peter Gabriel, I love to be loved. Bill had his solo session and Philip has gone on vacation. It went well I suppose, Bill didn’t really say much about his session. He was exhausted though. We just sat on the couch and watched the 40 Year Old Virgin, then Crooklyn, then Kung Fu Hustle. I watched Kung Fu Hustle by myself, Bill crashed right before the end of Crooklyn.

I’d seen all the movies before and wound up crashing at 1:00AM. I slept like a log and woke up as Bill was getting ready for his Saturday morning acting classes. He left his head shot for me on his pillow as if I’d forget what he looked like. I slept in a little bit linger eventually getting out of bed and showering, bagels, papers etc. You know, the Saturday morning routine. I checked my emails after I ate breakfast when I got back and found an enticing email from Trevor, someone who I’d been chatting with online for awhile.

For some reason hooking up with him seemed like the right thing to do. I got my things together and found myself on the Path train into the city at 11:00. I got to his neighborhood and called as planned but got no response. I was unusually cool with this and sat on a bench in a park across the street from his apartment. I was giving him 30 minutes to answer his phone as I sat and watched the dogs in the dog run. At the 30 minute mark I called him and he answered and I went upstairs.

He was a nice guy, very socialable and entertaining someone else. By entertaining, I mean they both were surfing the net. The oddest part was nothing happened. The two of them had been out all night and I caught the tail end of their evening. We hung out and chatted and smoked what I thought was a jazz cigarette but turned out to be something more than that. No complaints, I had a grip on the situation as well as a tremendous headache from whatever it was.

I kept myself hydrated and under control and left soon after, roaming the streets back to the Path train, sweating out whatever was in. I wasn’t paranoid, nor overtly promiscuous, just had my eyes focused on getting to the train and back home where I needed to be. I would like to know what it was Trevor passed to me, but I doubt if we’ll meet again. I’ve been home, slowly coming down from a pleasant trip, safely ensconced in my own skin. I’ve eaten, drank a lot of water and now just hanging out. Can’t be that bad if I was able to write about it, now can it?

Its hours later now, and everything is back to normal, if it was ever normal to begin with. So how are you doing?