Ok. Back to work, three day weekend over and I wasn’t feeling too good. Not the feeling like I have to go back to school pit in the stomach feeling, but more like, oh John, you’re not doing so good. Wasn’t hung over, only had two pints of Guinness last night. No, this was a scratchy throat feeling. It was an odd feeling to say the least. Walking to the Path train made me feel like I was two or three steps behind my ‘normal’ self. Still I was functional, yet sweaty. It was rather warm out anyhow.

I get to the office and I am clammy. Luckily I was smart enough to bring an extra T shirt so I changed into that but still as the day progressed and it was very busy, new people starting, trying to find spaces for them, phones ringing off the hook, and my mind getting fuzzier and fuzzier with each passing moment. I was planning on going to lunch around 2:00 but decided after speaking with Felicia that it would probably be better to go home and rest.

So I wandered home and had a bite to eat and proceeded to fall into a deep sleep, only troubled by the ring tone of my cell phone intermittently. Christina from Wanker Banker phoned a few times. I wondered what that was about. I brought the phone into the bedroom and slept some more. After an hour or two I couldn’t sleep anymore. Felt a little bit better and took my temperature, which read 98.0 degrees. Nearly normal. Just like me.

I called up my good friend Brenda at Wanker Banker and found out, the Persian Bitch was fired. Certainly took them long enough. Of course none of this matters to me anyway since I am gone gone gone from that joint. I’ve moved on. It’s been over a month and I finally feel like part of the team at McMann and Tate. I ain’t going back there again. I miss my friends but the powers that be fucked up things too much for me, and if you know me, you’d know I’d rather fuck things up for myself.

I did hear that the Persian Bitch was escorted from the building.

Brenda and I have plans to see the Fay Victor Ensemble in the Village tomorrow night so hopefully I’ll be in a good state of health to do that. I feel relatively ok right now, not clammy, throat not as itchy as it was earlier. I plan on going to work tomorrow. Another busy day, but I won’t be stretching myself too thin.

I had the foresight to cancel my appointment with the chiropractor today as well. The neck seems ok, even while riding the bicycle on Sunday, I felt that I wouldn’t be able to do many miles but I was able to keep the pace. But cancellation was the right thing to do since at the time I was supposed to be there, I was fast asleep in bed.

Now I’m awake, watching a documentary on Frontline about 25 years of AIDS. Not a happy documentary, and I can’t think of any documentaries that are happy anyway. It’s well made, scientifically cold and makes me scratch my head at the fact that it’s been 25 years since this killer disease reared it’s ugly head.
There was a clip on the news years ago about a finding that one out of every hundred white males are immune to the disease. They said it once on the evening news and then it was never mentioned again. Did anyone else catch that except for Matt Curry who I used to work with in the recording studios?

That’s about all for now, the story of AIDS is still being written. People are living longer with HIV, which is good. I was getting tired of going to memorials for dead friends. It’s better to be able to walk above ground with someone who is managing the disease.

All I have is a scratchy throat. And I’m glad.

A real lazy Memorial Day, no parades, just like a Sunday but it’s not. Didn’t do much of anything, it was humid as hell outside but inside the apartment with the windows open there was a nice breeze. I had plenty to read, food to eat, liquids to drink I was set. A day filled with nothing. Not boredom, just really breezin’ through the day. Surfed a bit on line. Who am I kidding? I was online most of the day. The computer is right next to the window. And like I said, it was breezy. Now, not so breezy.

Bill slept most of the day, I napped on the couch when I was reading or surfing. Now after thinking about how I should write most of the day I am finally writing. It’s late, been blogging late lately.

Spoke with my brother Frank on the phone. At Wanker Banker I would talk to him several times a week, now without access to an 800 number I speak to him a few times a month. Today was one of those times. We talked about Bill Frist and his admitting that the Republicant Party has been using the bugaboo about gay marriage to get voters to the polls and to vote for the Republicants, which is almost always against their better interest.

Rather douchie behavior. It’s possible that the Republicants will hang onto this issue to scare voters every couple of years or so. It goes to show how much the LGBT community is reviled. I’m reluctant to include the Transgendered people since that is one sector that is probably too much for most people to handle. It proves it’s a better thing to be out of the closet than in it, if you could. I can understand if you’re living under someone else’s roof and that someone might not be able to handle sexuality.

Bill and I decided to go out for dinner and we invited Julio and Stine and Juan but none of them could join us. So we went and tried to get an outside table but the wait was too long so we opted for inside the restaurant where it was air conditioned. We were seated and fifteen minutes later we were still waiting to have our orders taken. People that were seated after us were having their orders taken. Bill and I talked about it and walked out into the humidity again.

We really didn’t have any other ideas to go somewhere to get a decent steak and that’s what Bill had his stomach set on. We walked about a hundred feet from Arthur’s and started to walk by it again when we saw an available table outside. We walked up to the host who we had just seen a few minutes beforehand, he didn’t recognize us. We sat and had a good meal provided by an over attentive waiter. The street traffic was minimal, a lot of people still out of town.

I called Juan who was waiting on our stoop. We watched Fight Club, the three of us did. Bill sleeps, Juan left, and I’m done.

11:59PM.