Thursday and quite cold. In the 20’s. Tomorrow back to the 50’s. Lady and Gentlemen, seriously, what the fuck is going on here. Juan came over last night and we hung out, Bill was at his folks. I couldn’t deal with Bush and his speech so we watched the Clash in ‘Westway to the World’. A documentary about the Clash up to the point where they kicked Mick Jones out which Paul Simenon and the late and sorely missed Joe Strummer regretted shortly thereafter. I think Juan liked it. He said he did after I asked him a few times during the documentary.

He left around 10:45 and still I didn’t fall asleep until 11:30, which gives me 7 hours of sleep but my body is used to 6 hours of sleep which makes me start to stir around 5:30. Not too cool. I guess the way around that is to go to sleep later, but I get so tired it’s hard to stay awake and focused. It’s really not much of a problem I know. Just a glitch in my wiring. I suppose I can look forward to good hearted suggestions from someone. Anyone. Anyone at all.

On the way to work this morning I had enough time to run into Smiler’s, a deli on Fifth Avenue that I used to frequent when I would walk to Wanker Banker. Tony, the West Indian cook was still there and he was as glad to see me as I was to see him. Of course he asked about Bill, wanting to know how his career is going. I filled him in with as much information that I knew of and soon was out the door with a bacon and egg sandwich.

Work was a bit stressed. I think I’m a fixture now, enough that everyone is starting to throw work my way now. I had to do some research about some employment search engines. That wasn’t so bad, but there was quite a bit of work that I did knock out but it was sort of like the myth of Sisyphus, pushing that rock to the top of the hill only for the rock to roll down again to be pushed up once more then down again. Endless. But literally the worst part of it is the chair I sit in.

It’s just that not good of a chair. By 4:00 in the afternoon my shoulders and neck are stiff. I know it has something to do with the placement of the computer keyboard but the chair just doesn’t reach high enough and there is a strain. With the stiff neck and featuring lower back on occasional twinge, and the never-ending workload I get stressed. It did garner some sympathy but I wasn’t looking for it. I was grateful nonetheless and was soon headed out the door, completely forgetting about the anti-war rally I was going to attend in Times Square, heading to the endless queue for the bus heading to Hoboken.