Tuesday, September 30th the end of the month, not my favorite month, but I’m sorry to see it go.

I tell you, dictating notes into my phone what it hears and records what I say, are sometimes two different things.

The former salon of Patrick Morrissey, which had turned into a pizzeria, has been torn down. A few late nights and early mornings were spent there with a case of beer and various powders, good times indeed. It was Patrick’s downfall, Kenny Heavens’ largesse inadvertently contributed to it, and Patrick had a good day but was too distracted by the parties.

I sat at my desk listening to Katrina and the Waves. Going down to Liverpool is my jam. Before Katrina and the Waves, I played Konk. Maybe I’m falling down a K-hole. Perhaps I’ll play the Kinks next.

There are several people here who lack social graces, like saying good morning or thank you, or hello. It’s always been like that, but it’s getting worse. Back in the day at wanker banker, I had a collision with Zelkah Farsajsni over the fact that she had the inability to greet anyone that she deemed not on her social level. A Persian refugee.

I’m having lunch in 7 minutes, even though I already ate it, which means I’m leaving my dance to wander around the neighborhood. There is a site on 14th Street that I’ve been needing to take photographs of, and I think today would be the day to do it.

It’s Tuesday, which means in 2 days it will be Thursday, and Thursday is payday, and since it’s the beginning of the month, that means the rent is due. I can handle it. I’ve got to figure out how to budget other things, but it’s all taken care of as far as I can tell.

I am trying not to say anything about my sleep the past two nights, and that’s not working out because here I am saying things about my sleep the past two nights, which went very well. I suppose I should arrange my sleep schedule to go to sleep earlier and move everything up a few minutes earlier, basically my sleep preparation routine.

I saw Bill online at his gym in midtown and was about to call him to let him know that there is a co-worker here, just like a 1930s newsboy flat cap and knickers without any irony. I think that’s his deal.

I found it humorous and was going to call him to share that info when he called me to let me know that he was not at Fort Dix, where there was an active shooter action going on.
Bill does drive back and forth from Fort Dix from time to time; thankfully, today was not one of those times.

I am becoming disillusioned with Google Fi. Despite my best efforts, I seem to be eating data, which causes my bill to ris,e and I was going to change my pla,n which would wind up with me paying more money, which is probably what Google Fi would like.
I did put in motion to change the plan yesterday, and today I changed it back.

Just gave Mike a call. No answer. No offense, but I am relieved.

A bunch of NYPD cars are flying down 14th Street to something on the east side.

From Last Night: I just had a thought. Yes, I know, how odd. I was thinking of how the nation is at the moment, and it seems to be getting worse. A civil war has been mentioned more than once. I was thinking what if this was Putin’s plan, to have the US tear itself apart, and while that is happening, Russia would invade Europe, leaving NATO in a somewhat weakened state due to the problems in the US and unable to fully join the alliance. I’m sure the states in NATO have formidable weaponry but not the gravitas of the US.

Fucking microphone doesn’t work again. Each day a disappointment…still not working an hour later.
First world problems.

Now it’s working.

It’s been a crazy 48 hours for lack of a better time frame. Yesterday was the bike ride to Liberty State Park, which went well. It was after a phone call with Mike, who felt I was punishing him, and I had to reassure him that I was not punishing him, I was looking out for myself. I’m sure he had plans for the weekend to come to Hoboken and hang out, but the timing wasn’t right, and after all, it had been two weeks since I last saw him, and I think I needed a little more time to heal.

Then I went for a ride, and one of my breakpoints we texted back and forth and he was like It’s over, goodbye. This is it finale, and I tried to reassure him that that’s not what I wanted, but he’s pulled this shit before; he always had an eye on the door.

So when I got home, I tried contacting him, but he didn’t want to talk, and then finally I mentioned that, well, if this is over, let me know because there are accounts that I have to close, and that’s when he came around. So I think he realizes that having a really good data plan with his Google Gmail is worth putting up with me for.

Once again, I am reluctant to mention how well I slept last night, but there I go saying it out loud and hopefully not jinxing it for this evening. I went to bed earlier than usual and slept soundly & got to work on time to find that there was a session going on that nobody bothered to inform me about, so I was caught short.

Luckily, they took care of things themselves, but it would have been nice to know. Then I had a meeting with my counselor from Seattle, but I had tremendous difficulty getting on camera for this meeting, and she wasn’t about to meet me halfway; she was basically selling me rope to hang myself with.

The meeting went well; it was only 9 minutes after all, instead of 30 minutes, which was scheduled because I was trying to log in. And once again, I was reassured that I’m doing a good job and everyone loves me. As usual, everyone loves me except for me.

Liberty State Park was pleasant. I was able to sit underneath my friend, the tree for a little while and that was nice. I came back through Hoboken through a different route since the route that I would have taken was sealed off, which is what I found out on Friday afternoon.

And doing that, I rode past Newark Street and Washington Street, where the art and music festival was going on, and whereas in previous years there would be hundreds of people there, there were maybe a couple of dozen people standing around for cover bands, including this year’s headliner, imported from Toronto.

I accidentally let somebody through the turnstile on my dime this morning at the PATH train. I wasn’t happy about this inadvertent deposit in the karma bank.