Monthly Archives: April 2009

Ugly

Ugh. What a day. Some of it could be blamed on last night. Drinks and some noshes with Pedro did my head in later in the night. I fell asleep at a decent hour and slept ok I guess. Well not really since I was a bit drunk.

Woke up ok. Bill kissing me goodbye, me sleeping until 6:30 which is better than the 7:15 that it’s been the past couple of days. Not enough milk for cereal but enough for coffee. It was in the 30 degree range this morning and an occasional snowflake drifted down to the ground.

The office was buzzing along though I felt like I was invisible. I said good morning to the usual drones and didn’t get anything said back to me. I didn’t care but I did notice so maybe I cared a little bit. Vivek was off to Mexico leaving me with a few tasks to do, including an errand down to 28th and 7th Avenue.

That warranted a subway ride to 28th street then a walk across town. I decided to walk back, listening to Simple Minds. Got back to the office feeling ok but as I waited for the final hour of the day to be over I started to feel tired.

Nevertheless I walked back across town to the bus terminal, enjoying a Padron. Got on the bus which wasn’t crowded at all but right in front of me a woman complained to another passenger across the aisle and loud enough for me to hear that ‘it smelled like someone was smoking a cigar here’.

I just sat and read the New Yorker. Went to Empire Coffee at 4th and Bloomfield in Hoboken. My old pal Jeff wasn’t there. They cut back his hours so maybe today was one of the days that were cut.

Then it was office to the supermarket where there was a girl with a pierced face, dressed all in black with purple extensions in her dyed jet back hair to compliment the gigantic platforms she clod hopped around in. Ever since the demise of Farfetched I have no tolerance for Goth brats.

Came home very tired. Could barely stay awake during Harpy’s Heckle and Jeckle impersonation. He does both parts.

Tired to access my gmail account but it tells me my password is wrong. I enter it again same message. I go to help which tells me it will send my information to my Verizon email account, which I haven’t used in years since I no longer use Verizon.

I don’t even remember my Verizon log in name and gmail asks when I started my account. What month and year. I guess and say February 2004. Still no access.

My other gmail account is fine and despite me contacting gmail telling them to send it to that working gmail account. Now I am tired and frustrated and trying to write at least 500 words. Yes, I am hitting that wall while going back and forth trying to see if gmail is of any assistance to me.

Basically I am pissed off. The latest message from the lack of help department of gmail is that it may take 24 hours to get me a new password. That is infuriating. I use Firefox and the password is saved in my browser and somehow it’s wrong. I am now suffering from gmail withdrawal.

Argh!

Bullshit!
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On The Run

Well it’s 4:41 on my computer and 4:44 on my desk phone. I am still at work, killing time until Pedro calls. He phoned a few minutes ago, on the West Side Highway heading downtown to get his haircut.

I expect to hear some questions about what am I still doing here. So far no one asked, but then again most of ‘mi gente’ aren’t here at the moment. Pedro just phoned. His alternate spot is out of business.

He’s about to check another spot. So I may be here for another hour. Who knows? He has a plan to go to his ex-girlfriend’s place of work, a Puerto Rican restaurant on east 57th Street. I’m sure I can hang in there.

Last night I watched Keith Olbermann who had a nice touching item about his mother who passed away on Saturday. Not morose, but sweet.

Bill came home during Heroes and we watched it, or rather I watched it. Bill was busy reading his Bus Ride magazine which is almost like porn to him.

It was an okay episode, 3 left for the season which seems to be enough for me. After that I asked what he wanted to watch and he said the NCAA Finals. So we watched that, or rather he watched it.

I occasionally glanced. Couldn’t really root for either team, Michigan State or North Carolina, both were admirable.

I came up with a movie idea though.

A college basketball player, going to a tough school. He’s quite good at the game but his studies have been lacking. The school is tough enough not to give him a pass and he keeps failing his finals. Somehow he signed up for quantum physics.

So he stays for a couple of years, unable to graduate and unwilling to drop out. He continues playing basketball and the school routinely has been winning each year. His skills have increased on the court and he’s basically playing ‘professional’ ball while in college.

Eventually he hits the books and crams and gets his masters in quantum physics. He then accidentally invents a machine (or something) which enlightens the world. Unfortunately the enlightenment happens 1000 years before it actually should. This causes problems.

The world has arrived at ‘peace’ but without learning the lessons it should have learned in the interim. The basketball player has to get it together and figure out what to do to make things right. I think there was a little bit more to it but I can’t remember what it was right now.

Still in the office, things have been quiet. Vivek is supposed to be flying to Mexico. He offered the use of his condo to me and Bill this summer. I don’t think so. Nice to offer it anyhow.

10:23 Just got home. Had a great time with Pedro as I usually do. I play the role of Father Confessor I guess. Anything on his mind, he feels comfortable to unload on me. I don’t mind. After over 20 years of being his buddy, I’m more than willing to oblige.

A few beers a few shots and all was well. It certainly wasn’t as raucous as previous get togethers. It was all about love tonight and it was good. He’s a good man and I’m proud to call him my friend.

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Waxing

Waxing