When I woke up this morning it was 9 degrees outside. Inside it was a little warmer. Bill spent the night at his folks so there was his extraordinary body heat that was missing. Made it difficult to get out from under the covers but I rallied. Today in New York kept hammering home how cold it was outside and I paid attention. I showered, towel dried my hair, had some breakfast, checked the email and started dressing in layers. I finally wore my father’s silk long johns after 6 years of avoiding them. Also had on a denim shirt, a long sleeved t-shirt, a mock turtleneck sweater and my work boots.

Once again I was out on the street in the cold. I wore my wool hat and tried stuffing my cumbersome headphones underneath. Made me look stupid, but I had my music, and I was warm. I stood in the bus shelter waiting for the bus listening to Remain in Light by Talking Heads. I think the last time I heard it was around this time last when I bought the remastered CD. I settled into the next to last seat as usual as the bus continued up Washington Street filling up with more and more commuters. Such a young crowd.

I got to work on time, surprised to see Naomi in the office. I didn’t think she was going to make it in and she wasn’t so sure about it herself. But there she was. The rest of the office came in by 9:00 and the workday began in earnest. Wally who is such a fag came in. I think he feels threatened by me. He had a doctor’s appointment this afternoon and I hoped he wouldn’t come back, but he waddled in through the door about three hours later.

He certainly lacks in politeness. No ‘excuse me’ or ‘pardon me’ when he doesn’t hear what you said, it’s always, ‘what?’. You hear it often enough throughout the day and he starts to sound like the female half of ‘The A-Holes’ from Saturday Night Live. He lives right around the block from McMann and Tate actually. I guessed exactly where it was when we chatted about his looking for a new apartment. He’s just so disillusioned by how Soho is these days and with his 300k salary, he could find just about any nice apartment somewhere.

Towards the end of the day, after Wally came back from his not long enough doctors’ appointment, he came up to me and asked me a favor. Basically, I was too casual for the office today. He made of point of stating that I dress great though out the week, but today, with my jeans and denim shirt hanging out of my jeans, well it just didn’t cut it, in his opinion. I told him he should have told me that earlier as I was dressed in layers and could have just removed something. Naomi sauntered past in her beat up denim jacket. That was fine, as she is the president. Wally didn’t understand the fact that I was dressed in layers and I tried to make light of it but for someone who people think is funny, doesn’t have much of a sense of humor, or nor any kind of sense it seems. But there’s no beaten down feeling like I had at the end of each week with Wanker Tate.

Now it’s 19 degrees and Parliament Funkadelic are on TV. Life is funky.