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Finally Got Myself Together (I’m A Changed Man)

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Well like the title says, I finally got myself together. I actually left the apartment, left the block, left the city of Hoboken and headed into Manhattan. I think I would have climbed the walls if I stayed in again. I didn’t have as clear a plan as I did yesterday, everything was open to be changed. Didn’t know whether or not I’d take the bus in and then the subway, or just hop on the Path train to 14th Street. I didn’t make my mind up until I got to the Path train where a crowded train was awaiting me on the platform.

I have had problems the past few days knowing what day of the week it was. Thursday felt like Saturday, making Friday seem like Sunday, making Saturday and Sunday quite confusing. Last night was alright for fighting, being Saturday and all. But no fights were in order. More time in front of the cathode tube, Bill and I watched a Paul Mooney comedy special. I put it on, Bill didn’t even know it was on. I figured he’d enjoy it since he definitely likes the stand up comedians, and it turned out I made the right decision.

Paul Mooney was pretty funny and I bet Pedro would like it as well, if he has Showtime that is. Then Juan made it over in time to watch a repeat of 30 Rock which of course was pretty funny. Bill went to bed after that and Juan and I watched Weeds which I had recorded for moments like this. He missed the season so it was catching up on three episodes before I had to kick Juan out so I could get some sleep. It was good to watch again and I caught a few things that I missed the first time I saw it.

Slept really well and was awoken by Bill shuffling off to church. I roused myself and showered and soon enough I was mingling with the hoi polloi, bagels, newspapers, and oblivious supermarket cashiers. Came home and before you knew it, I had read the papers. Nothing to read about the Scott McClellan bombshell the other day, implicating the administration in the outing of Valerie Plame. You would think this would be something that the liberal media that you’ve heard so much about would be all over like white on rice, but no, it’s been buried. I even posted on the NY Daily News discussion group, me with three or four entries and one other guy holding up the administration’s lies about how Valerie Plame was a desk jockey at Langley, VA. That was the extent of the discussion sadly enough. Not much else anywhere about it as far as I could tell.

Walking around the city was ok, 14th Street not as crowded as I thought it would be. Wandered around Virgin for a while, stopped by Farfetched for a few minutes, saw Harpy and Lois, eventually having a Padron and walking up to 33rd Street to get a seat on the Path train, while talking to Annemarie on the cellphone. Would have been great if she was in town, but she wasn’t so the cellphone was the next best thing to having her next to me walking up Broadway. Now I’m home, cooking dinner for Bill, eliminating the mess that usually happens. All in all a nice end to a nice weekend, wouldn’t you say?

Oh, here are some pics.

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Michael Des Barres?

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Nay, it’s Harpy!

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The Loneliest Mohican

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Abandoned Bicycle

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Looking for the newspapers

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Christmas trees for sale

Play in the Sunshine

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Oh I went to bed at a decent hour especially after doing basically nothing at all this weekend. Juan seems to have fallen off the radar, most of the time he’s in Trenton or working his new insane hours. I wonder if he’ll be around to see Brazilian Girls on Sunday at Central Park Summerstage? I know I’m going to be chillin’ on the rocks in any event. I may even go up to Otisville to visit Pedro on Saturday (since last week was no good for him) and then when he drops me off in Queens, I’ll just head over to Summerstage.

But that’s a week away, almost. Today I woke up, but couldn’t really get out of bed. I could have slept a lot longer. I did wake up to CBS-FM like I used to. Heard ‘I Got You Babe’ which was a bit groundhog-ish. Bill kissed me good bye as I lay in bed. I asked him what time it was and he said 6:15. Since Hoboken didn’t have water most of the weekend I dreaded taking a shower. Bill made some coffee, but I had my doubts that he used the water in the fridge, and I doubted whether or not he boiled the water for a minute like required by the powers that be.

I did have a cuppa and only had a sip or two before my paranoia got to me. I was running a few minutes late and I couldn’t find my iPod holder and that’s important because that is where my bus pass is. I found it eventually and made my way up to Washington Street where I saw my usual bus, the really comfortable bus, go rolling down the street as I walked to the stop. I knew I was going to be late for sure now.

I caught a crappy bus and spied Michael Hill, the Jesus looking homeless dude, and Denise Foster all walking down the street, about 50 feet between each one. I knew Michael from McSwells, Denise lived across the street from McSwells and we used to celebrate our birthday together, but she became a Jehovah’s Witness and doesn’t do that sort of thing anymore. Ah religion. Then there’s the homeless Jesus dude who graduated from Hoboken High School with my old friend Martin Kelly. Martin’s a year or two older than me so that means they graduated in 1978 or 79.

Work was ok. Finally got caffeinated in the office. Everyone coming in dribs and drabs once again. I realized how much I miss Annemarie, Rex and Earl. Last week was all about coming down off the vacation/wedding high and this week with no water, it being too hot to do much of anything going to work this morning was cold water in the face. I have some more vacation to take later in the year so that’s some time off to look forward too. Work isn’t overwhelming. On the contrary, it’s more underwhelming if anything. But I really do miss those three. It’s been a week since they’ve left.

Billie is back in DC and Julio and Stine came home exhausted and out cold by 8:00PM. And who knows when Juan will grace Hudson County with his visage? And where is Song? Never mind all that, where’s Bill?

Where are you?

check out this link: cut n’ paste
http://www.goodasyou.org/good_as_you/2007/07/rest-easy-old-p.html