It’s Hump Day, Wednesday. It’s been a week since my Arcade Fire meltdown. I think I’m better, but in the back of my ind perhaps a brain scan would be a good thing. Of course that costs a lot of money, and I don’t have insurance yet, that become active on June 1st. I think the answer could lay within my gray matter. It could be reassuring to know that something was actually going on up there and it’s not all echoes of footsteps in a long dark hallway. And the cobwebs, they certainly would have to be cleaned out.

Last night I watched the series finale of Gilmore Girls. I have been watching the show since it was on Friday nights before a show called Popular. Popular is on DVD and worth checking out if you can. Lorelei and Rory are speeding through the universe now. It was a good ending, not bittersweet, just sweet. I admit I was getting tired of it the past season so I guess they pulled the plug at the right time. They didn’t kill off Lorelei’s father, Richard. I guess they didn’t want too much reality creeping in. Christiane Amanpour was about as real as the show got last night.

Rory went off to cover Barack Obama’s campaign for an Internet magazine, Lorelei stayed behind in Stars Hollow, planning to continue to her Friday night dinners with Emily and Richard. Lorelei also hooked up with Luke again as if there was another way to carry on that relationship. I read somewhere that Lauren Graham and Scott Patterson couldn’t stand each other, which probably added to the romantic tension to their characters. It was a sad happy to see it go, not like the way Six Feet Under ended where I was a puddle. Not a poodle.

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http://www.salon.com/ent/tv/review/2007/05/16/gilmore_girls/

I didn’t mention this but last Wednesday I had to go back to Wanker Banker. That was odd. It was official business, I had to drop off something for Greg Stevens and volunteered since I was headed up there for lunch anyhow. That could’ve been an ingredient in my momentary lapse into unreasonableness. The place wasn’t as busy or as crowded as it was when I left. I talked to the IT guys, still as nutty as ever, saw Christina who really misses me, saw Brenda as well who looked great and promised to have a drink with me when she gets off her diet after Memorial Day.

This morning I ran into Rob Jakacki who still works at Wanker Banker. He looked great as well. He was also the first person I knew into Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. A very hip investment banker with pretty good taste in music. He seemed genuinely happy to see me and it was nice for me as well. The day was busy for me and at one point I had to go to the bank with Tom Chin. As part of management, eventually I would have to go to the bank all by myself (who’s a big boy?). That was fine, Tom and I noticed the Emergency Services guys outside the Waldorf Astoria with submachine guns indicating that someone big was staying there.

It was a beautiful yet hot day. At 6:00AM it was 70 degrees out. Too crazy. Within 10 minutes of being outside with Tom Chin in the sun, it had turned to night. Dark clouds rolled in and it was nighttime at 4:00 in the afternoon. Totally crazy, and it’s been rain rain rain ever since. I’m just going to chill out and wait for Lost to come on tonight. That’s it for me today. Love to all.

Tuesday. A gorgeous day although it reached 82 degrees I believe. If it’s like this now, on May 15 what will it be like on August 15? And of course I tend to think of the Moody Blues Tuesday Afternoon, yet another song I grew up listening to on WNEW FM. It was all such a simpler time then in the 1970’s, but once again there is no going back, and I downloaded the song so I can listen to it any day of the week. Such a trippy song, and just when there is talk of peyote in the air. Look up peyote in wikipedia and you’ll see a picture of peyote in Arcata CA. Is that a sign?

I got up around 6:00 this morning, showered, shaved and had coffee and cereal and soon was out the door headed to 5th and Washington to wait for the bus. The usual bus driver hasn’t been around so I guess he quit. I don’t know, nice guy though. Today’s bus driver was a tough cookie pissing off passengers by preventing them from bringing their coffees on the bus. They had to dump them in the garbage on the street then get back in line. This happened at the stops after mine since I get on the bus with knuckle draggers.

Work was good once again, I’ve found the list of things they want me to do. It entails opening the office and starting up office systems. Check. Taking attendance and provide support. Check check. Make travel arrangements and order car services. Check again. Make sure the machines are running properly, order supplies, make sure FedEx, DHL and UPS are looked after, maintain relationships with building personnel and vendors, and do expense reports. I do all of these things well but struggling with the expense reports.

Not that I can’t do them, it’s just that all day long there is something else I need to do. Someone invariably comes up with a new task which knocks the task at hand to a lower rung and by the time I get back to the expense reports, I have no idea where I was so I start over. So it’s like that most days. I can handle it. Finding that list really helped me out. I am competent after all, not a loser or a fake or a charlatan. It meant a lot.

Speaking of losers, fakes and charlatans, Jerry Falwell is dead. I am glad about that. I do feel sorry for the worms that will feast on his flesh, but they have a job to do and if they had hands they would probably be holding lists just like mine. He was a rotten man, filled with hate in the guise of god’s love. What a fucking asshole. He was one of the two scumbags who blamed 9/11 on gay men and lesbians and women having the right to choose. There was no light for Jerry Falwell to head towards, just darkness which is still too good for a fat fake loser like him. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Happy Birthday Brian Eno.