This is turning out to be an odd day. Last night, plans to see Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings were mutually canceled, but that was after I ate a few whopper juniors from Burger King, thinking that I wouldn’t have much of a chance to eat should we go to the show, Billie and I. I used to eat that crap a lot but now I like to think I eat better. Salads, maybe a dish of pasta once a week and for dinner I eat light. But man those whoppers. I’ll think twice before I eat that again.

Bill was at his folks last night, so I was solo. Just watched TV and got jazzy. Bill phoned before he went to sleep and reminded me to turn on my alarm clock because I hadn’t the past couple of mornings and Bill took it upon himself to wake me up. So before I drifted off to sleep I turned on the alarm. This morning I woke up to Dust in the Wind by Kansas. I hated that song then and hate it now. It was supposedly a satanic song, but then again the list of possible satanic songs was more than likely written by a fundamentalist. They also wrote that Bridge over Troubled Water was about heroin. Sail on silver girl. Oh that nasty Paul Simon.

I shuffled about, thankful that I washed my whites last night since I was all out of t shirts for work. Had some coffee, some cereal, and then the phone rang. It was Bill. I thought he was checking to see if I was awake but it was to ask me to bring in a pair of trousers since the ones he had were holy in the crotch. I’m not going there. Really, I’m not. I found a nice pair and put them in a bag and then I was out again walking to the bus. It was humid this morning and was quite moist when I got to Bill’s office building.

I got the run around from the building personnel on where I could drop off the trousers, finally getting the right person on the third attempt. I walked across midtown and by the time I got to my office building I was drenched. Luckily I keep an extra t-shirt hanging in the IT room which is nice and cold. I changed and then went about starting up the office. Got a call from Billie who will be in town for yet another week and we made tentative plans to go see Talk to Me starring Don Cheadle. The movie takes place in DC in the seventies and Bill and I saw a clip last week, seeing and hearing Don Cheadle saying, ‘I’m not that crazy…’ he sounded just like Billie which made us both agree on a plan to see it with Billie as soon as we could. And so this weekend we could.

I’ve gotten a few emails from some nutter in Germany via youtube. Some whack job sent me a video honoring Klebold and Harris from Columbine and the asshole from West Virginia Tech, explaining that he admires these blanks because they stood up and did something after being picked on for so long. Sick stuff indeed. He’s been flagged. Then a little while ago, I get a phone call from someone looking for Mark. Apparently this Mark had my number in his cellphone and Mark hasn’t been seen in weeks. I honestly don’t know who this Mark is, but in this Internet age, a lot of people don’t use their real names, preferring a nom de net. So I may have chatted with Mark aka…somewhere down the line, and now Mark aka… is missing. Peculiar.

It’s an early blog today. The office closed early. I have no plans yet again, just taking it easy. I’ll probably watch TV, maybe a dvd and sit on the couch, thinking, I better get started on the blog. Oh me and my ADD.

Here’s a little Grace Jones to start your weekend off in a Grace Jones way.

It’s Thursday and awfully humid. Last night was a lot of fun, seeing Hairspray which in hindsight, I liked more today than I did last night. I could see myself seeing it again, though I’m not sure if it will be in the movies. Bill and I came home, I wrote, he went to bed where I joined him soon after. He had an audition for One Life to Live but he doesn’t think it went too well. I tried cheering him up over the phone but he was a bit upset about flubbing the audition. There will be other auditions but he was really psyched about this one.

This morning was no big deal, just the usual thing. I am not complaining. I do like where I work and feel I am well liked. True, no one is telling me how much they like me everyday but still I enjoy the place and my co-workers. Carla is great, Tom Chin is flaky, Greg Stevens is good and Vivek is frantic but still ok to deal with and it’s his company after all. I was invited to go to Long Beach Island next week to stay with brother Frank and Elaine, but I am having my doubts about doing that.

I could only really take one day off, and it would be Friday. It would be a day of rising a bus down there, and then coming back the next day. It’s not as close as Sandy Hook or even Monmouth Beach. I don’t know. I’d like to go, they would like me to come, but Jeezy Creezy, I don’t know if it’s doable. Such a hard decision. A few days off would be nice, but I’ve already taken a few days off earlier this month when Annemarie, Rex and Earl were in town. I just don’t know. And now Juan has asked me to take next Friday off so we could hang….Argh. Last week I was Miss Lonely Hearts, this week I’m fielding invitations to the (beach) ball.

I had an errand to run this afternoon and it was into the hummus for me, I had to go to Penn Station and pick up tickets for Greg Stevens and Vivek who are traveling to Newport next week. I should have told them they were 41 years too late. Dylan went electric around this time all those years ago. Oh those folkies, Greg and Vivek. Will they ever learn to lay off the poteen?

Billie and I made plans to go and see Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings. They played McSwells a while ago and both Rand and Roda raved about it. Sharon Jones played with Booker T and the MG’s a few weeks ago and all seemed well, but I was tired from the errand in the heat and dealing with Michelle Penn Station but planned to rally myself when the time came, but Billie called me up, he was feeling a touch unwell and decided to just go back to his hotel in Secaucus. I didn’t complain. I understood.

I wasn’t really looking forward to standing around in the shoes that I wear maybe twice a year. With all the walking around I was doing today my feet were aching. And I even bought Dr. Scholl’s Gel things but even though I was gellin’ they were a hurtin’. So I’m home, nice breeze coming through the window, causing some high beams. Some light jazz wafts through the air. In the distance a whistle blows from the basketball courts where they are having their play offs or maybe a championship.
Whee!

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