Wednesday afternoon 1:15 August 6th 2025 I paid my rent. I walked around Union Square. They did not have the chocolate vegan slices of bread that I enjoy while they had one slice and I wanted two so I got none.
Everything is pretty groovy everything is pretty quiet Marcus came in had it been in Monday and Tuesday for some reason I’m thinking of Isaac Roberto and Kirsty Tally two misbegotten human resources directors as well as Jermy Panzonfir they’re just generally bad people working for the best for the company not for the employer.
Last night was a mellow night at home and I finally achieved a good night’s sleep uninterrupted. The difficulty of getting out of bed this morning was immense but still I persevered and shuffled my way around the apartment into the shower with my coffee but not at the same time.
I feel I’ve eaten way too much this morning and I have I snacked all morning and now I have a gut full of sugar dough. Still I sit in my spot next to the building it’s not hot out The sun is not out I believe it’s from the Saskatchewan fire things are hazy as is my memory.
It is August and we’re looking down the road at September. My birthday month and also my least favorite month it’s a cruel twist of irony.
It’s Wednesday and we’re halfway through it which is a good thing to say. Tomorrow is Thursday and I look forward to that which means Friday will be quiet at least it should be. Though there is that meeting on Thursday morning and Marcus did give me advice not to talk about the staffing agency and to talk more about the fruit tree. So that means when I get back this afternoon I’ll have to figure out what to talk about during the meeting. It doesn’t have to be a home run, it doesn’t have to be the wittiest thing it just has to be. I wish they didn’t tell me I was so funny cuz now I keep trying to be funny.
I sit and smoke my mini cigar and watch handfuls of people stroll by 5th avenue and 16th Street. How many millions of people have walked by this area since the 1700s I am guessing hahaha.
Am I a good writer? Hard to say since I mainly dictate these notes it’s my phone and then edit them and clean them up when I get home at night.
I don’t write anything fanciful nor fictional I just write about what’s going on in my mind and what’s going on immediately before me it’s a strange situation I find myself in. In fact the anniversary of me restarting this here blog is coming up if it hasn’t passed already.
Bill has just set me a note from his dentist office they pulled a tooth last week and since then I think the neighboring filling has fallen apart. We shall see how that goes.
Over the weekend, Mike and I went to the store that replaced the Hoboken Farmboy in the hearts and stomachs of many people. I saw my friend who was wearing a mask and I asked him why and he thinks he got COVID but he’s not doing anything about it. He’s letting it run its course. Of course he was not wearing his mask properly and if he had a COVID he’s spreading it.
He’s a nice guy I enjoy his company but as he was telling me that I was literally itching my way away from him and whatever it is that he has.
I have eaten too much before lunch and I have to stop that and cut the amount down.
Hiroshima was 80 years ago today.