Tuesday. A gorgeous day although it reached 82 degrees I believe. If it’s like this now, on May 15 what will it be like on August 15? And of course I tend to think of the Moody Blues Tuesday Afternoon, yet another song I grew up listening to on WNEW FM. It was all such a simpler time then in the 1970’s, but once again there is no going back, and I downloaded the song so I can listen to it any day of the week. Such a trippy song, and just when there is talk of peyote in the air. Look up peyote in wikipedia and you’ll see a picture of peyote in Arcata CA. Is that a sign?

I got up around 6:00 this morning, showered, shaved and had coffee and cereal and soon was out the door headed to 5th and Washington to wait for the bus. The usual bus driver hasn’t been around so I guess he quit. I don’t know, nice guy though. Today’s bus driver was a tough cookie pissing off passengers by preventing them from bringing their coffees on the bus. They had to dump them in the garbage on the street then get back in line. This happened at the stops after mine since I get on the bus with knuckle draggers.

Work was good once again, I’ve found the list of things they want me to do. It entails opening the office and starting up office systems. Check. Taking attendance and provide support. Check check. Make travel arrangements and order car services. Check again. Make sure the machines are running properly, order supplies, make sure FedEx, DHL and UPS are looked after, maintain relationships with building personnel and vendors, and do expense reports. I do all of these things well but struggling with the expense reports.

Not that I can’t do them, it’s just that all day long there is something else I need to do. Someone invariably comes up with a new task which knocks the task at hand to a lower rung and by the time I get back to the expense reports, I have no idea where I was so I start over. So it’s like that most days. I can handle it. Finding that list really helped me out. I am competent after all, not a loser or a fake or a charlatan. It meant a lot.

Speaking of losers, fakes and charlatans, Jerry Falwell is dead. I am glad about that. I do feel sorry for the worms that will feast on his flesh, but they have a job to do and if they had hands they would probably be holding lists just like mine. He was a rotten man, filled with hate in the guise of god’s love. What a fucking asshole. He was one of the two scumbags who blamed 9/11 on gay men and lesbians and women having the right to choose. There was no light for Jerry Falwell to head towards, just darkness which is still too good for a fat fake loser like him. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Happy Birthday Brian Eno.

It’s Monday again and it’s back to work. Juan and I briefly entertained the thought that if I took today off as well it would lend credence to my being unwell on Friday. I knew as good as an idea that was, I really should go in. And I did, after waking up, showering, shaving and coffee and cereal. I walked out into a really nice morning, playing the Arcade Fire. That was an accomplishment of sorts. I did enjoy the show somewhat after all, just had problems with myself, or at least inside my head. I wish I could move to Montreal. Ha ha.

I walked across town listening to Tunnels and Laika and Wake Up and all those great songs and I felt good listening to it. You know, I would give anything to see them again, to redo last Wednesday all over again but we all know that ain’t gonna happen. So I have to move on. I know Frank did. I got to the office and no one was in yet. I didn’t slick back my hair, went natural I thought it would be easier and it was. I did ask Carla the receptionist what she thought was better and surprisingly she said she liked it slicked back.

Work was busy enough, most everyone was in the office. I had a few errands to run, even going as far as 28th street and Eighth Avenue. I needed to get some thing for one of the printers and Carla told me this one place in all of Manhattan had it. So I hopped on a train downtown and walked to the store where they did not have the thing I was supposed to get. I called the office and Carla was apologetic. I tried to calm her down. It was a beautiful morning and I told her that at least it wasn’t raining. I really didn’t mind.

On the way back to the office I stopped off and picked up my salad for lunch since it was almost noon. I went back to the office empty handed except for the lettuce, broccoli and grilled chicken and technically they were in a container in a bag, not in my hands since I balanced it on my head walking to my desk. I ate the salad a little while later and walked around midtown, stopping into Barclay Rex where I bought a small cigar and smoked it which really made the afternoon that much better.

After that, more people gave me more things to do and since it was close to the end of the day, I labeled them so I would remember tomorrow what it is exactly I’m supposed to do with them. The origami I practiced with various bonds and licenses didn’t go over too well last week. I did have another errand to run which involved me going to Kinko’s since the printer wasn’t working properly. I was helped by two big queens, or at least I thought they were kin. After that it was home, where I am now with Juan waiting for Heroes to come on.