Well today is Tuesday and it’s been an odd day. Not as busy as I thought and no trip to the Indian consulate. Last night was Heroes with special guest Diana Scarwid who played the grown up daughter of Faye Dunaway’s Joan Crawford in Mommie Dearest. It was an ok episode.

That was followed by Keith Olbermann hosted by the other guy since Keith Olbermann was at the Mets opening game. I caught some of that when it was on at 8:00 but wound up playing guitar during that so I didn’t really pay attention.

Bill was off to bed a little while after that, leaving me with the news which was all about New York City getting a new Archbishop. That was almost enough to put me to sleep. Almost enough which was enough to make sleep really easy.

Waking up was easy too. Bill was up and getting ready as I shuffled past him to get to the shower. The shaving gel I used to use is no longer available so lately after putting conditioner on my goatee and stubble I use soap and water which does the job.

Bill was gone by the time I started getting ready. I was soon out on the street heading towards the bus stop. Read an interesting article on George Orwell in the New Yorker. Very entertaining and I found comfort in the adage that writers are contradictory by nature.

Once again the day was spent trying to be busy, finding things to do. I found an article that a former coworker from McMann and Tate was being sued for calling his former assistant HIV Boy. I knew this guy, worked around him for 9 months.

He’s a gruff and blustery bloke but never fund him to be homophobic and certainly not stupid enough to say things like that. He told me that the 24 Hour Party People movie was true to life for him, being a club goer in Manchester/Madchester when the Hacienda was going strong.

I went so far as to post that he wasn’t a homophobe on both the New York Daily News and the Post comments section. Not in my name, or this nom de blog, but my old sock puppet’s name.

I also friended him on Facebook. I’m pretty sure it’s a frivolous lawsuit and he’s a stand up chap, that Dean Crutchfield.

Other than that, it’s been another chilly gray day with rain. Not much going on. I have less than a year left at work.

This is my 1,245th entry which I think is fairly impressive. Almost everyday I’ve posted at least 500 words. Now it’s part of my life, so much that if I don’t write, I feel like something is wrong.

I do enjoy it, and never expected it to be such a part of my life. It hasn’t gone the way I envisioned it, but then again I really didn’t have much of a vision to do anything except to write at least 500 words.

I think Rand might have had a vision on what I should do, every day a new piece of fiction, but fiction is hard. I should write some fiction again soon.

I’ve only done it a handful of times on this here blog. An idea pops into my head every now and then.

The latest was a story about Lois DiLivio who wakes up one morning with platinum blond hair.

Somewhere down the line I suppose.