Wednesday. Hump day. A day of writing. I’m a little bit annoyed right now and trying to work it out. I just wrote quite a bit of bitterness and don’t want to post it so I may wind up writing twice as much but you will only read half of it. Just a remembrance of past slights. Didn’t see it coming mind you, came up all of a sudden and would like it to dissipate before I see Bill again. Just the usual unscrewed toothpaste cap dilemma.

I need some ME time. How will I get it and when will I get it? I’m about to start a new job, a vertical rather than horizontal move so ME time is really just a concept at this point. I watched This American Life last night and I enjoyed more than I expected. That’s always a fun thing to happen. It was about a guy in Utah who does religious paintings and stages people as models so he can photograph them and then paint from the photo.

He spent a good deal of time looking for men with beards since he was working on a Jesus and the Apostles series. It turned out not to be so easy since there aren’t many bearded men in Utah since Mormons frown on beards. Magic underwear is ok though. I don’t know many Mormons if at all, I do know Bill’s pal, Brad from work is a Mormon but didn’t care to ask about his super under roos. I wonder if Super Brad still reads this blog. I know Bill doesn’t.

Time to get jazzy.

Hack, wheeze and I find myself saying to myself that I do still love Bill, but we’re in a state of suspended animation. He’s doing whatever he wants to do and that’s good I guess. I support him in his endeavors. We should take a trip somewhere. Or Not, I don’t know. I do know that he doesn’t read this blog anymore. Maybe Brad tells him. I did meet Brad once at a party for one of Bill’s coworkers and Brad totally avoided me. I could see the fear in his eyes. Ha ha.

On a lighter note, work was okay today. That’s where the day of writing comes in. I’ve been writing things down about what things I do in the office and so far I have over a thousand words on three pages. Jack, nice guy from IT read it and he said it was great. I’m hesitant to let President Naomi and Wally read it due to the fact that I’m sure they would suggest endless revisions. I think Naomi will be out on Friday. She really doesn’t want me to go, Wally chimes in everyday wishing I wouldn’t go and it’s starting to make me feel a bit guilty.

They’re good people but I’ve outgrown the position. Not just at Golden Staffing but overall. I’m tired of answering the phone, lying for people, having to basically ask to go to the bathroom. It’s on to the next level for me.

It’s a Mormon kind of day after all. I posted this about an hour ago and just minutes ago I opened up an email from the New Yorker inviting me to an advance screening about MORMONS. Seriously, Dude…WTF?

Tuesday again. Bill was at his folks so I slept alone, and ok. No difficulty sleeping. No difficulty waking up. Big empty bed though. I watched what I had hoped would be a good TV show last night, Thank God Your Here, with David Allen Grier (sometimes funny) and Dave Foley (always funny). It just wasn’t that good. It seemed painful to watch Dave Foley sitting there as various comedians showed their improvisation chops. Didn’t really hold my attention. The New Adventures of Old Christine which also had a cast out of improv was a lot funnier.

Had my shower, my coffee, my cereal this morning. Checked the email and got dressed all suit and tie, looking spiffy I must say. Rode the bus in and read the New Yorker which I am a week behind due to the fact they screwed me out of a week and the day I reported it, the missing issue arrived. The bus filled up but not to capacity. Some people don’t look hard enough and wind up standing even though there were a few empty seats in the area towards the back of the bus where I sit. Their loss definitely not mine. I had a seat.

Got off the bus, listening to a new Bjork track that was leaked from her new record called Earth Intruders. Very percussive and of course Bjork’s vocals soaring above throughout the song. Should be a killer show, I know I’m psyched as is Juan. It shouldn’t be the trouble that we had going to Philly to see the Scissor Sisters. Don’t get me wrong, the Scissors were great and Juan made for good company but the hassle of trying to find the Electric Factory was taxing and we missed the first half hour. This time we know where the venue, Radio City Music Hall is.

Yesterday I got my suit that I ordered through Macy’s online. A nice two button navy pinstriped suit from Sean John. Actually only got the pants that definitely need some alterations. The suit jacket is presently being shipped by UPS which I missed yesterday and no ticket today. That will need alterations as well. A nice pair of tasseled loafers and a gold tie are en route also. I just want them by the end of June for my niece’s wedding. Plenty of time I say, while tempting fate. William, my ex room mate would always say ‘don’t tempt providence’ but that’s not right is it?

I did call UPS this morning and hoped that the package would be at the pick up spot in Hoboken so I came home, got changed into my play clothes and walked over to the pick up spot where the UPS guy told me it should be there tomorrow. I didn’t care, I was in a good mood anyhow. I’ll have to get it tomorrow and if it’s the jacket then it’s off to the tailors this weekend. Such foresight! I am impressed. Nothing else to do tonight but to watch TV and dat’s da name of dat tune.