Slept in this morning, until 9:00. Felt good. Took my time getting my act together. Bill was at a class for voiceover work. I made some coffee and took a shower. Watched a little bit of the Today show before I ventured out to get bagels and the papers. I called up Julio to see if he wanted some bagels. Sesame he said. I got in line, thankfully no one I knew. Not very conversant despite the coffee. I was in a good mood anyway. Got the papers at Jenkins on Washington Street, greeting the guy behind the counter with ‘Namaste’. A Hindu greeting.

They get a kick out of hearing myself or Bill saying it. I guess not many non-Indian people say it. I walked back, the sun was so strong at 10:00 so I walked in the shade. I thought about going for a bike ride, but the strength of the sun dispelled that idea. I hung the bagels in a bag on Julio and Stine’s door. Julio opened the door and said thanks. I asked him if the beach was still on for tomorrow, and he said depends on the weather. One thing I do during the summer months is constantly check the weather on weekends and told him it was supposed to be something like 87 degrees. Perfect.

I came home and made some eggs, had some more coffee and read the papers. After that it was laundry. I finished reading the papers and thought about my solo session with Philip Beansprout last night. It was mentioned last week, for reasons that are beyond me that I have anger issues. I suppose I do. I don’t suffer fools gladly and tend to react than to step back and analyze the situation at hand. I have gotten better as I’ve gotten older I think and have retroactive moments of embarrassment and guilt from things in my past.

I do have a slight problem with the sessions being on a Friday evening. It’s at the end of the day at the end of the week and occasionally zone out due to exhaustion and an inability to decompress after the work day like I usually do when walking down to the World Trade Center Path train and smoking a cigar on the nearly empty streets of Tribeca.

I decompressed after the session walking down Sixth Avenue smoking my Padron listening to Ray Charles, one of the files I downloaded at work. I walked to 33rd Street and sat in the second car, which was empty and quite cold. I wasn’t alone for long, other people discovered it, including a retro tight jeans queen who really cruised me. I was flattered.

Met up with Bill outside of Arthur’s on Washington Street where we quickly devoured some steaks and some pints of Guinness. It was a beautiful evening, lot’s of people walking around. A nice breeze passed through the sidewalk tables as we walked home. After that we just hung out and watched TV, winding up in each other’s arms in bed.

Found out from Julio that we might not be going due to a cousin’s birthday, which is good for the cousin but sucks for me. If that’s the case then tomorrow will be a bike riding day. Don’t worry I’ll stretch. Just wish my camera were fixed.

Finally Friday arrives. It felt like Friday on Wednesday, which made yesterday and today a bit odd. Askew, even. Work was work, meaning nothing special. I did take my time getting into work because I had to go to the bank. I got to the office a little after 8:30 which is actually the time I was originally supposed to work, 8:30 to 5:30. It’s really8:00 to 6:00, excepting Friday when I leave at 5:30 to go to the appointment with Philip Beansprout.

Unfortunately rode in a car on the Path train with no air conditioning. The other cars were jam packed which meant even if the air conditioning was on, you weren’t going to feel it, it was that crowded. At least I had room. All the seats were taken, and there were the standers like myself, hanging on and sweating. When I got to the office it looked like someone threw a bucket of water on me. At least that’s what one of the nice ones said. Luckily I had an extra t shirt, which is a must during the summer.

I got through the day. Felicia was in for a few hours, still sick and I kept telling her to go home. Not just for her own sake, but for my own. Whatever she has, I don’t want. I hate being sick in the summer. I learned that lesson at Wanker Banker when a coworker kept coming in to work while getting sicker and sicker. I kept sending her home, but eventually I caught what she had. A lesson learned. Eventually Felicia went home.

The air was quite thick in the city with nary a breeze. A 10 minute thunderstorm didn’t help matters either. Not good for anyone. Oddly enough at home we haven’t even installed the air conditioning, being on the fifth floor there’s been a breeze blowing quite a bit. We have the fans going, always asking for autographs, and that’s all we need. It’s nice.

I made my way up to 57th street to meet up with Bill before we saw Philip. I was early of course. Almost got clipped by a bicycle psychotic going against traffic on Seventh Avenue. Really felt the air brush by as he sped towards Central Park. Other people would probably scream or even actually get hit, I just continued on m way amazed at how close we actually got to each other. No need to shake my fist at him and curse. Who knows? I probably did that to someone at sometime.

Karmic retribution. I met up with Bill outside the building where Philip has his practice and settled in. It was quite an amiable session, all three of us in good spirits. Surprisingly I had a lot of talking to do and though I don’t think I sounded angry or uptight, Philip thinks I should have a solo session for my impulsive anger issues. Hmmm, so that’s what it’s called. I mentioned I could work on some coping skills too. My sister suggested that a while ago, so next week I have a solo session. Other than that, everything is relatively cool.

How are you doing?