Friday 31°. Not as cold as it’s been. Plans that were made yesterday fell by the wayside this morning. Yesterday I was feeling better, this morning my body had other ideas, like not to stray too far from the porcelain in the bathroom.

I thought I could rally and get over to see Mike this afternoon but it was not to be. Mike was understanding. I was not. I was disappointed since I hadn’t done much of anything this week and this was to be the high point. Just getting out of the apartment for a change of scenery would’ve been nice. But you make plans and sometimes the plans fall apart.

Bill was out on the road so all I had today was my loneliness. Tomorrow is Billie’s birthday and I asked Bill to pick up a birthday card. I also asked Bill to write the card since I always do it and thought a handwriting change might be fun. And it was. Bill wrote some funny things and signed it with our names plus our alter egos. I doodled a bunch of hearts on the opposite side of the card. I just had to include something.

So today’s trip outside the apartment was a walk to the main post office. That was about it. That was the highlight of the day. I did talk with Mike for a few hours and that was enjoyable on many levels. Still, I would have liked to have spent time with him mano y mano. The plan lives on for tomorrow. I will make certain of that despite it really being out of my hands.

I don’t want to pass whatever bug that I had to Bill or Mike. Bill might stand the greater risk since he’s by my side most of the time. I could have gotten the bug from either one of them. They could be carriers. Or it could all be my hard luck.

The Path train from Hoboken to the World Trade Center was messed up for hours yesterday which in one way made me grateful that I did not have to deal with it and yet, depressed that I was not part of it, having had my routine destroyed. I would have monitored the situation and known which way to go.

It also made me miss my daily contact with Daisy, with her naive outlook on life. As jaded and cynical as I can be, Daisy’s sweetness reduced my viewpoint somewhat. It’s been almost a month since our last texts and there is a possibility that there will be no more interaction. It’s a shame but I guess my bitterness might have been more than she could bear.

There is a chance that she confided to one of her Filipino co-workers who were instructed by their maven Joselito Semen to disregard and disparage me whenever my name arose. That could be paranoid ideation on my part and I’m fine with it.

I almost sent a text to Rafe Dais about the resolution of the Zach/Jean dilemma from October which was resolved by the orchestration headed by that rancid saucer of milk, Lyor Leigh and my dismissal.

I did hear from Brian the employment counselor with regards to a phone interview on Monday. He came up with some talking points, of what might be brought up as well as questions that I could ask if prompted. Of course, I am anxious, thinking I have the job already when I most definitely don’t, and feel that I am being called on the rug by a potential employer. Brian suggested that I turn on the charm which I will have to summon forth when the phone rings at 1:00 PM.

22° on a Thursday morning in January. Crazy detailed dreams that were somewhat unnerving. One was me with Bill getting into a building in Manhattan, Bill got through the narrow black doors with no problem, and I got stuck and needed his assistance to gain entry.

Then I was in an apartment with Julio & Stine. It was a nice apartment, based on my memory of their apartment in Hoboken. Their boys weren’t in the dream. I told Julio about my lack of employment situation and Stine handed me a bag of weed. I tried rolling a joint but I was having great difficulty.

A mutual friend, Lisa DeFalco showed up and was talking to Stine while I was talking to Julio about working on the video project that I was planning. I couldn’t really see if he was into the video idea and I decided it was time for me to go and catch the bus.

I was planning on smoking a joint walking down 42nd St to the bus terminal when it seemed that Lisa DeFalco turned into Daisy, my friend that I was able to get a position at the company that fired me.

It turned out Daisy was an artist in the dream and had given Julio and Stine quite a few pieces of art which were hung throughout the apartment, the pieces I saw were labeled ‘Joseph’, I thought they should have been labeled ‘Julio’. I was still trying to gland catch a bus but Daisy clung to my arm tightly.

The next dream was brief and involved skydiving with Keith Haring. That was it, not as involving and detailed as the Julio & Stine dream. It was quite a way to wake up and I was quite groggy. Bill mentioned that he noticed I slept so well since my side of the bed was quite orderly and undisturbed. I could have sworn I was tossing and turning.

This morning I received an email from a job that a week ago decided they didn’t want me. They saw Automat Kitchen and Trader Joe’s on the resume and felt I was not in the luxury clothing game. It seemed that this staffing agent, Brian convinced the client to give me a chance with a phone interview next week.

So my anxiety level went up a bit. There was also another email offer which I didn’t get too far into since I was still a bit stressed from the other offer, which isn’t really an offer, more like an inquiry.

I am planning on heading out today, off to the supermarket. It will be brief since it is still 22° right now and I need to gather my steps.

I heard from Mike this morning who asked what to do when there is no hot water. I advised contacting his absentee landlord and to call the tenant advocate for Jersey City. He said he was going to call his apartment placement advisor when they were scheduled to be available.

I do have a plan to go to see him tomorrow on his day off to continue to help him out with his situation.