I have neglected to post last night, Tuesday, August 19, so today could be a double header. I don’t know why, besides being distracted, that is what did me in, I suppose. I came home, spoke to Mike for an hour or so, and then sent him on his way back to his crib in Chilltown, New Jersey.

Despite Chris Pratt coming out as a total Pratt I finished watching Guardians of the Galaxy part 3 I guess it was sad and it was not as good as the other episodes, basically the first one because even though I saw the first two installments I only like the first one The second one I can barely remember and I saw them with Juan so maybe that has something to do with it.

In the office waiting to take a later lunch and listening to a playlist that I have labeled Disco while reading The Secret Public by Jon Savage, and we are in the disco phase of the book, which is overdue and has to be returned to the library which I might just do tonight even though I did not finish the book.

So it is a later lunch for me today, because guests are expected at 1:30 p.m. which is in the middle of my lunch hour, but being a team player will sacrifice my schedule for the betterment of humankind hahaha.

Mike has expressed a plan for him to go to the Eagle tonight since it is jockstrap night, and Mike does have a fetish for jockstraps. It starts at 10:00 p.m. Mike does not live near the PATH train, and I expected it to be a headache for him to get to and fro.

He is a grown man, albeit not a tall one, and he can figure out what to do and how to get back and forth.

I myself I’m planning to go back into the deep freeze like I had been for 15 years because the alternative is just not worth the trouble. And since that aspect of the relationship between Mike and me has fallen by the wayside, I see no need nor obligation to hold up my end for nothing in particular.

He just does not understand it, and that is fine by me since it’s not his business to understand it.
Another deciding factor in his going to the Eagles tonight is the fact that it might be raining. But like I said, it’s his decision and not mine, though he did wish I could go with them, he realized the truth that it was not going to happen. (It’s not going to happen. Too much rain for our Mike)

Gay bars and I do not get along; we’re like oil and water, and that is how it has been for decades. I am 62 years old and have no desire to go into that life anymore, not that I did earlier.

Get Dancin’ by Disco Tex and the Sexolettes plays in the background. Memories of walking to Boy Scout meetings with Walter, who lived down the street from me, and listening to an AM radio in 1974 on Main Street in Lodi, New Jersey

I also watched a documentary on JFK Jr, the first part. Tonight I will probably watch the second part.

Pea Double You

Password fails at work. I had to open up an app, and when I did, I had to change my password because I’ve had been a few months, so I entered a new password didn’t think of it until this morning, when I tried to enter it, it did not take variations on that theme. It did not take, I’m still able to get work done, but now I’m contacting my manager, who probably thinks I’m an old fart who can’t remember shit, and I guess I am.

So the password situation got better a bit, but it’s still mostly the same, and I’m trying to connect with the help desk, and each email I send to the help desk winds up in the outbox, where it sits because I can’t connect to my mail. It’s a vicious cycle.

I contacted my counselor from the agency that placed me under this fruit tree, but she wasn’t much help, so I’m trying to contact their help desk as well, and those emails wind up in the outbox.

I don’t know if I’m a Luddite or what?

So, in some downtime while waiting for responses to emails that are never sent, I checked my Facebook and I noticed that the former owner of Maxwell’s is talking about a documentary that is being made or what have you, and since nobody’s asked me about it directly, I’m not going to do anything about it.

Does it burn? Not really, but it stings.

I’m just not having a good day today. It’s a whole bunch of little things that are piling up.
It’s not good for my mental health, but then again, what is?

Mike is going to the Eagle tomorrow, it’s jockstrap night. I don’t want to know about it. Mike stated that he wished I could go with him, but I think my days of going to gay bars are over. I’ve never had any luck from going to Feathers in River Edge to going to the Eagle the other day. Each time, I am alienated from my misfit brethren. And I just don’t have time for that.

It’s borderline sadness for me today. I see it on the horizon, which is getting closer and closer.
C’est la vie I suppose. It’s just that kind of day as we approach the end of August, which is not a good feeling for me anyway.

Yancey is expected to be in my office tomorrow morning, which I am dreading somewhat, so it could make things easier with him around and getting online with the mail. Perhaps he will be understanding and helpful, and a part of me thinks he is getting fed up with this situation that occurs with me every couple of months.

I am getting fed up with this situation that happens to me every couple of months.
Of course, I am hesitant to say it, but I slept really well last night and was awoken this morning by the alarm clock. Usually, I wake up before the alarm clock, but not this morning. I slept incredibly well and soundly, and part of me feels that having to write that right now jeopardizes what might happen this evening.