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11:11
3:33
And your bird can sing party girl

I went to bed at 11:11 last night, which is 11:06, but the bedroom alarm clock is 5 minutes fast as a challenge to my mental state when I wake up in the morning.

Then, at 3:33, which is 3:27, I had woken up and gone to the bathroom, and was surprised to see Mike awake, looking at his phone. He was startled by a dream that he had.

It has not been that great a weekend in many ways, it was similar to other weekends, though something was revealed on Saturday that definitely changed the color of the weekend. It made me sad but that’s neither here nor there because I’m not about to tell you what it was. It’s disappointing nonetheless and will change the direction of the relationship that I have with Mike. In fact it’s already started already.

I did about 13 miles on the bicycle yesterday to Liberty State Park, took about two and a half hours to do that, and when I came back, I was hungry, made dinner at 3:00 in the afternoon, and Mike and I took the ferry to Manhattan to attend a cigar social at the Eagle.

It was sort of a spirit of the moment thing I believe Mike was more interested in it than I was and it turned out Mike was more disappointed in it than I was. I was sort of expecting the way it was a bunch of guys in leather drag, generally a little bit older than me, although they could be younger than me, they look older than me.

I turned to Mike at one point, and he said to me, ‘Do you want to go?’ It had been about 15 minutes so we had been there and I immediately said yes no second guessing on that one. Plus the rain clouds around the horizon, and since we are on a rooftop deck, we made the right decision and got to the train just in time to miss all the rain.

So it is a gray day, a great Monday, a great August 18th, and my mood matches the sky. Dictating my words into the phone is a bit of a michigosh today.

There is a sadness in my persona today. The sadness is mixed with bitterness, and I’m trying not to be bitter, but it’s overwhelming. It’s a strange situation I found myself in and it’s my own fault since I put myself there it is a device of my own creation.

Did I know things were going to go this way? I had an idea. And I did ask the question on Saturday and got the answer that I didn’t want, but it was the answer I asked for. Things could be changing rapidly, though. Once Mike starts working, we will be seeing less and less of him, I suppose which would be a weaning off and enabling me to stand up on my own two feet away from him and his influence, physical or otherwise.
It is a relief to know that he does not read these entries. He’s not much of a reader I suppose if it’s not on a phone it doesn’t register. But he was good company yesterday and I seem to know that he thought I was good company as well. Infatuation is a tricky thing.

I just went to Union Square to get my vegan chocolate bread, and there’s one guy behind the counter. A line was in front of me with two women, and behind me, about four women. Another guy went behind the counter, got cleaned up, and asked a woman who is standing around what she would like, and I stepped up and said, “This is the line” pointing to the people behind me and “she is not on it”. She felt indignant. She remarked, “Oh excuse me”.

I was just thinking about a former co-worker from over 20 years ago. Donna Romeo was her name and one night after hearing how a co-worker did their hair with a hot oil treatment, Donna Romeo tried the same thing with olive oil. It did not work out well; her hair was singed.

She was having a fling with the security guard once during the holidays, and there was a Toys for Tots box that the security guard allowed her to take whatever she wanted from the box, though she was not a tot and did not have access to one.

Listening to Cesaria Evora, Miss Perfumado. I bought it about 20 years ago and haven’t really played it since so I guess today is the day.

I got my bacon and egg sandwich this morning and I thought I’d be banned from the joint but apparently I’m not and I tip them a dollar.

It is Friday August 15th and I’m happy about that. The train wasn’t too crowded this morning. Bill has rehearsal tonight, Mike is coming over tonight. I am meeting up with Jimmy Chile after work to do a number or two. All in all it promises to be a quiet day but having said that I probably just jinxed it. That’s me a superstitious atheist.

In the office Marcus is as Moody as he is in the morning which means he probably won’t be communicative until this afternoon at which point I wouldn’t care. I think I caught my bald-headed coworker stealing work for me, especially after I noticed he intentionally replaced my green flag on a certain request and then I saw him undermining that request. I generally ignored what he was doing and continued on my way.

I have thought the past couple of weeks that I was going crazy because I could have sworn I put my flag on things that I was working on only to find that he was doing them and it was always him. And today I seem to have caught him in the act. I almost contacted him about deciding not to and just to proceed with the job that I was doing.

This day is just crawling along. I have listened to Tricky, Bob Marley, Caesaria Evora. I spoke to Mike. He’s not coming over tonight which means he’s not getting money from me which is nice. Left a message for Bill. All in all it’s very quiet, it’s very slow, not that I’m complaining I am happy to be here.

Marcus and Jimmy were entertaining somewhat. Jimmy is claiming not to be feeling well so he’ll probably be leaving early. The first thing I thought when I woke up this morning was to roll a number for Jimmy but that ain’t happening. The second thing I thought of when I woke up was how I just wanted to stay in bed and keep sleeping but it’s not a bad job it’s easily handled and I would be foolish to just throw away a day.

Whatever efforts I made into eating better yesterday with an improved diet have fallen by the wayside today with the crap that I’ve been eating all morning long chocolate mainly chocolate
I know I’ll have to pay for it one way or another.

I hopefully will be sitting on my usual perch for lunch and today being Friday smoking an actual cigar not a mini cigar like I am prone to Monday through Thursday.

I anticipate the possibility of someone complaining about it but there’s always a chance that nothing will happen as no one will complain.

Bill just swung by as I’m sitting outside smoking a cigar at 16th and 5th. It was a momentary thing; he was here for more than 3 minutes, but that was enough.

Mike is not coming over tomorrow because he has to be in Newark in the morning to get furniture or to pick out furniture. I was going to offer my services, but they were not asked for.
There’s a thing about Mike and me when we’re walking down the street and having a conversation if people that are as melanin-packed as him, he will stop talking and sort of act like we don’t know each other.

And I mentioned it to Jimmy Chile today, and Jimmy has a history of people with history like Mike. And that history, which existed for 12 years, and Mike’s life still dictate how he behaves in this day and age. Which makes sense and frees me from having to help pick out furniture or move furniture.

Three miles to go…actually, that was New Order for me. I have 3 hours to go.