It’s Wednesday. Not many things happening. Woke up, would have rather slept in. That was the first thought in my head as my eyes opened to Gladys Night and the Pips singing about how they’ve got to use their imagination. Not a bad way to wake up but sleeping more would have been that much better. That wasn’t an option, especially since I told them in the office I was taking Friday off. I need a day off. The weekends have been flying by too fast and I need a little time off. I know I know, why should I get a day off. Well because I want it and I deserve it. It’s been busy for me at work the past week and I suppose it’s going to be like that for a while. Not that I mind.

I’ve been doing a lot of errands which I enjoy, just getting out of the office and bopping around midtown. It was a muggy day, and I think I’ve finally figured out how to not walk so fast. It seems I walk at such a pace that when I finally stop, thats when I start to sweat. And wearing a wool suit in muggy weather doesn’t really help. I look good, but oh how that internal combustion engine cools itself off by turning a white dress shirt into something that would look good next to a stripper pole. I’m sure I could make some money if only I’d apply myself.

I’ve noticed that if I go outside before having enough coffee to face the world, my word power is basically reduced to four letter words. Therefore it’s a smart thing to drink ample amounts of coffee before contact with the outside world. Last night I walked to the bus terminal and got on a long line that wasn’t going anywhere. I just couldn’t stay there on line so I left and walked to the Path train. But it wasn’t the long line that got me to leave, it was the woman behind me talking to her girlfriend about having the friend leave the kids with her mother so that the friend could go see ‘the show’. It’s a mess from what the woman behind me said, and that the new song that was added to the show was terrible.

That was enough to get me going. The Path ride was pleasant and no pregnant women hovering nearby. Today while leaving the apartment, there was another woman, walking precariously on heels that were too thin and too high, she had to walk leg in front of leg lest she fall flat on her face. Why do women wear such painful shoes? She was on her cellphone from let’s say the 624 building on my block way past the bus station. It’s good that she could walk and talk at the same time, but what could she possibly be talking about for so long and for so far? Not my business, I had a bus to catch.

And since I was running around doing errands the day flew by relatively fast. I had plans to meet Bill after work, he was working late and he had some money for me and I had some money for him. I walked past the Golden Staffing building only to find Sixth Avenue was closed to all traffic. Apparently a crane hit a building under construction, causing glass to fall injuring people. Who knew such a beautiful bird, a relative of the flamingo, could do some damage?

In case you are scratching your head and have drawn blood, it was a construction crane, not a flying bird crane. I often get the two confused. Anyhow, I walked around the block cutting through a parking garage and I finally met up with Bill who looked a bit weary and justifiably so. We chatted for a few before he ran back to his desk. Hard to believe I hadn’t seen him since Sunday morning.

Been looking at www.newsmeat.com , looking at what celebrities gave to the democratic and republican parties. Prince is a republican? See for yourself.

G’oo G’oo G’Joob