utterances

Last June Mike and I had a big fight, and one of the subjects that was brought up was the fact that he wasn’t talking that much, terribly quiet. That seemed so long ago because now he never shuts up, which is what he said last year, that his cellmates were complaining about how much he talks.

Last night he told me that he was talking to his boyfriend on his phone, the next thing you know, he heard this sawing wood sound… he apparently put his boyfriend to sleep.
I can relate. He does run his mouth.

On workday mornings, I go to a donut shop on 14th Street in Manhattan. There is almost always someone at the front door who will open it and hope for change. I usually give a dollar. All they have to do is open the door. They are generally grateful.

This morning, the gent at the front door was inside the donut shop. He complimented me on my overcoat I said thank you. I asked him if he wanted something to eat, and he proceeded to get something up he’s $5 menu. He wanted this, he wanted that, he got it, it was about $5. I was happy to let him have some breakfast.

I did not see a co-worker behind me, who later told me that when I left, the guy looked at the bag of food that he got and said it was not what he ordered and wound up throwing it away. That was disheartening, and I have to make it a point not to go to that store for the rest of the week, then go to the other one, which is even worse but won’t have the same situation that I found myself in this morning. It turned out the guy was crazy and threw away the food I ordered, so no more for him.

Right now it’s lunch time, and I find myself thinking about eating because it’s time to be, but not because I’m hungry, because I’m not hungry. I also find my stomach expanding somewhat due to the fact that I have not been exercising or as mobile as I would like to be. Just sitting around and snacking can be a problem.

And I tell you this Google dictation is awful. Earlier, when I said I gave him a dollar, it was interpreted as I gave him a daughter. Can you imagine?

On the other side of the client, I said fine I said coin has Google heard clients and then they heard fine, and I heard bullshit.

So, on the other side of the coin, I have decided not to talk to Bill or Mike with regard to what may be going through my mind at any given time, especially since my mind changes frequently, and it would not be very smart to hang on to something that is subject to change. I’d best keep it to myself.

So how do you like them apples?