It is Friday and I have slept very well. I am back at work prosthetic devices in my mouth fully intact. Listening to Kiri Te Kanawa and Maria Callas singing arias from operas.

I look forward to sleeping in tomorrow and by sleeping in I mean sleeping until 9:00 a.m. . It’s going to be another hot scorching day today and I am going to smoke a real cigar rather than a mini cigar since I’m all out of mini cigars and I bought a real cigar at the cigar shop by Grove Street Jersey City yesterday.

When I went to the dental lab to have my prosthetic mended they told me that it would be ready at 5:30 and I should probably just go back to Hoboken and that was not going to happen. So I went to the cigar shop Sky Tobacco they called themselves and bought a digger and sat in the lounge and just chilled out.

Then I’m talking to a guy named Nick Massi Jr whose father played bass in the Four Seasons. It was a good time spent with another cigar smoker. And talking to Nick there’s another gent next to him who is headed off to work at MSG and I mentioned that a friend of mine was applying for a job there (Mike). I took it as a good sign that’s something might happen to Mike since the Jeff Bezos company jerked him around for almost a month and then dropped him, so fuck Jeff Bezos.

I came home last night to find most if not all of the recordings on our DVR were no longer there
That was quite annoying and we lost quite a bit. I don’t know what happened and I don’t think it’s possible to get those recordings back. I mentioned it to Bill in passing before I went to bed last night.

And he’s somewhere in North Hudson county getting his Real ID which can be a challenging venture to begin with. I did it a few years ago and by the skin of my teeth I was able to get a Real ID. PSE&G lists my apartment as being on the south whereas my landlord lists the apartment as being on the left so there is a discrepancy between the two and I had to explain that to the worker behind the counter at the DMV.

So the trip to Garfield tomorrow is not to be so I’ll be staying local. I have enough heart points to do whatever it is I need to do and I know what I need to do and that’s going to that new dispensary at 15th Street and I’ll go there before I go to the really big grocery store.

Hand of Fate by The Rolling Stones just appeared in my head followed by Bennie and the Jets by Elton John.

It is 95° outside on a Friday afternoon in the summer and it feels like 106°. Of course I picked this as the day to smoke a real cigar rather than the mini cigars. If you want to dance, you got to pay the piper right? Right?

Hoboken trains were greatly delayed and so I took the Path to Newpost and walked home from there in the heat.