It just felt so right just laying in bed this morning. Bill kissed me good bye as he was off to work. I told him that I wasn’t going in today and if he could give me my cellphone, since I was laying there half asleep. Sure enough, a text message from Felicia. Her boyfriend’s sister had a set back from her coronary last week and they were wherever they were. Middletown NY? That was where she said she had to go last week, when we were discussing her boyfriend’s sister’s heart ailment. I asked if she had a good cardiologist and what hospital she was in. Felicia didn’t know the name of the hospital.

Girl, if you’re gonna lie big, you have to get all the details down. So at 2:00AM, when the bars close, I got a text message that read, “Pats sister had a set back. Going 2 catch a bus. Barf! Hoping 2 b able 2 help P settle in and b in the office by eleven or twelve. Mwah to u and Terry.” So she was going to catch that 2:00AM bus from Middletown to New York City, help her boyfriend settle into her apartment and then come into the office. It turns out that Felicia sent another text message, “Oy vey. Exhausted. Gonna work from home. Xo.” Terry who was my co-pilot last week was no longer my co-pilot. She had been co-opted by various directors who need help booking cars and making travel arrangements.

Once again it was lonely old me at the front desk, various co-workers walking by, barely grunting. I was thisclose to playing hooky today, but my conscience won out. Stupid conscience. Linda sent me an email saying that she wasn’t going to be in due to the fact that her throat was shot and she sounded like a man. Thisclose I tell you. I do believe Linda’s story though. I do have to thank Amiable Alan for hanging with me for a little while today, not wanting to see me so morose. I also forgot my vitamins today so that could’ve added to my Monday malaise.

And my teeth. That’s really bumming me out. And the elections tomorrow. After the defeat in 2004 I am hesitant to be hopeful about the democrats beating the republicans. The republicans are so dirty, full of dirty tricks and hypocrisy. I have no feeling for them whatsoever. Which in a way is taking the upper road since they’ve demonized gay people, and no one can do that except for me. Or another gay person, but with the way they republican party is stumbling out of various closets, I suppose they’re doing just that.

Tomorrow I urge all that can vote to do so. All of the five of you. Sorry Song, you’ll have to sit this one out. Meanwhile I’ve alerted some employment counselors that I’m looking to move on, specifically Lawrence who I’ve never met yet promises to help me find a job. I got in contact with Lawrence when I tried getting a job at the law firm where Bill works. I didn’t get the job because of the relationship of Bill and myself, despite me pleading that at the time of the interview, that Bill and I were separated. Well, we were at that time. The woman I interviewed with liked me enough to forward my resume to someone else, someone named Lawrence. Hopefully in January I’ll be out of McMann and Tate. That is the plan so far. I think it’s a nice plan, don’t you? I thought you would.

Last night Juan came over and hung out. Toasted his birthday with Stella Artois and watched TV. It was all very nice and I am glad that it doesn’t take too much to keep Juan entertained. Bill and I were watching ‘Singing in the Rain’ on channel 13 when Juan came in. It was a very mellow evening. After watching Gene Kelly we watched a movie called ‘Running Scared’ which was merely alright and also fairly violent with editing tricks and special effects that tried to cover whatever plot holes existed. From one extreme to another film wise. Last year I had a link to a 7 minute preview for ‘Running Scared’ which basically showed the first 7 minutes, the best part and also quite bloody.

Bill went to bed midway through the movie and didn’t miss anything, Juan and I just hung out watching the telly and talking shit. He split around 1:00 and I went off to bed. Bill was up bright and early and wound up running out for the papers and bagels for the second time this weekend. That meant that once again I’d be able to sleep later, till 9:00. I totally blew off the NYC Marathon for the 37th year and opted to watch it on television yet again.

My brother Frank was selling records at the WFMU record fair and I could have gone, but I thought that the phone calling ‘Get out the Vote’ party sponsored by MoveOn.org was this afternoon at 4:00. I took a nap and woke up thinking that I should get it together and go to Bloomfield Street to my friends Tim Daly and Sheilah Scully apartment where they were hosting. I looked online to get the proper address and realized right then that I was two days too early and I wouldn’t be able to attend on Election Day. D’oh indeed.

Still groggy from the perfect nap I went out to the supermarket and once again picked the wrong time. A ton of people buying groceries for the week. I wandered through the crowded supermarket trying to remember what items I actually needed. I remembered the toilet paper and coffee but couldn’t get my beloved diet 7up. Life can be so hard sometimes. I should have gone to the record fair. It would’ve been nice to hang out with Frank if only for an hour or so, but sometimes it gets hard for me to be motivated to get into the city on a weekend. So no photos of Tom Verlaine’s footwear.

I think from now on I’ll write the blog maybe six days a week. Not set in stone, but decidedly less active during the weekends and would like to relax rather than think of writing something for the day. It is good that I can muster the energy or the wherewithal to get 500 words out, but if I have an absolutely lazy day and nothing to write about I am not going to force the issue.