Walking around Union Square on my way to get my lunch. Heard someone talk about a technical writer, and that brought back memories of how I thought I would be a technical writer since I fancied myself a writer. Apparently, I do what I consider myself to be a writer, or would others consider me to be a writer? It’s something that I do. It’s something that I think I can do good at or do well, but ultimately I’m leaving it up to someone else to decide, which is very passive-aggressive, which is very John O’Toole

16 East 16th Street
Seems to be a boutique hotel that perhaps he might be able to get a job at since Jeff Bezos is jerking Mike around with a sandpaper glove.

It is Thursday, July 10th, 2025, a pleasant afternoon. Not as steamy as it’s been. It’s quite enjoyable. An interesting day to say the least.

15 years ago today Bill and I had a party at Maxwell’s to celebrate our civil union. We had maybe 50 to 100 people there. I don’t know, but it was all quite good and enjoyable. We bought pizza since the kitchen wasn’t open at Maxwell’s. We had it from noon until about 4:00, and it was enjoyable. Cash bar to cut down on drinking and driving, and then an after party at Rand and Lisa’s, which was somewhat muddled for me because even though I only had one or two pints, that’s pretty much out of it.

I think I took half as Xanax beforehand, and I may have molested Juan Brosales. I was feeling rather like Sonny Corleone at his sister’s wedding, if you know what I mean.

For no certain reason, I sense an apprehension in the air, or is it me? I went to the ATM to get some money, and twice my card was rejected. So since I was at my bank, I asked the woman behind the counter, and she said yes. That’s been happening quite a bit, so we cleared it up.

Apparently, I had gotten a text that I did not know about. That said, there’s some fraud thing going on, but since I was there and was taken care of almost immediately and I was able to leave with my money in hand.

I have some rather lackluster halal food today, which was disappointing from previous weeks of halal food. At least one day a week. I’ve been eating halal food, chicken, and rice. Today was rather bland, even though I had other ingredients added to it.

Mike is coming over tonight scheduled around 5:30. In fact, I’m going to give him a call in a minute to see how he’s doing. He’s been staving off depression, and I have to tell him that there was a run on his bank.

Don’t know what else to tell you. I’m going to see my guy around 6:00 in front of my building and then spend the evening with Mike watching TV.

Slept very well last night, sticking to a schedule. Wednesday, July 9th 8:24 a.m.. I had a dream last night about an old friend that I haven’t really seen in a while. His wife passed away a couple of weeks ago, and in the dream of hanging out with him and wanting to ask how he was doing and how his children were, but I didn’t want to upset him so I did not bring it up.

Mike is still in Jeff Bezos’ land, and as much as I tried to help him, I am running out of ideas to assist him. It’s not easy. And he can get quite curt on the phone. Jeff Bezos is stringing him along, and Mike mentioned that he was going to just start filling out applications and applying to other jobs, as if Jeff Bezos did not make him an offer. I mentioned, as he was saying that, that he should have been doing that the whole time, and he got irate.

So the phone is on do not disturb until 4:20 p.m. today, and I won’t be hearing anything from him until then.

89° which feels like 95° I am in my spot some twat with a the electric bicycle that’s taken my usual spot. That’s why they’re a twat. I’m not a fan of electric bikes and I saw this twat earlier with all of his gear. Looked like he was moving in but now he just has the shell of his electronic bike like all twats do.

For me, work has been good today. I’ve been busy getting stuff done. I had two interruptions by Mike, who was instructed by Bill not to call me at work, but those instructions or suggestions have fallen by the wayside.

I will more than likely be home alone once again tonight, and I am more than fine with that. This whole “John cannot be left alone” thinking is not doing anyone any good. Most of all, me. I am enjoying my time alone. I’m enjoying doing whatever it is I want to do alone, though. If Bill were around, that would be sweet, and I’d still be doing whatever it is I want to do alone with Bill in the presence.

The dictation goes on. Last night, I had it rewritten by Gemini AI in the manner of William S Burroughs. I thought it came out nicely, so much so that I might just continue to write for this here blog and then have it rewritten by Gemini AI in the manner of William S Burroughs. Would that be cheating, though?

Tonight I shall finish the tuna salad that I made the other day. It is July 9th, and it is very hot but it is July 9th, and this is how it should be, though it’s been cooler in previous years. Each year seems to break the previous year’s record of record heat.

Because rain was in the forecast this morning. All the windows are closed in the apartment, which means it’s going to be very, very hot when I get home, which is fine. There has been a run on Mike’s Bank.
My pet peeve of gay men who smoke Asylum cigars. I remarked to Mike last night that those men who smoke Asylum cigars, specifically, Mike, who smokes Asylum cigars, don’t smoke them because the tobacco is good or the construction is good, but because the cigars are so large. That is the reason they smoke it. They’re crap.

Bill and I both agree on that point. They smell rotten because they are rotten. It’s true, I have reached out and offered to smoke with Mike, an Asylum cigar, but that offer is generally rebuffed, which is fine by me.

It is too hot right now and I’m going back inside.