At work listening to The Smiths for some reason, perhaps it’s because I’m reading an old issue of Mojo magazine that featured the Smiths on the cover.

Then I drifted back to a memory of August 1977, when I was on vacation with my mom and dad, which was probably the last time I was on vacation with them. It was just the three of us, and we went to Jackson, New Jersey, and stayed with my father’s friends, the Galatoas. My burgeoning sexuality has me focused on one of the Gallatoa’s sons and his scrotum that was hanging out of his terry cloth gym shorts. I got a lot of mileage out of that one.

We also went to Great Adventure, which was in Jackson, New Jersey, and traveled to Smithville, New Jersey, where we saw David Brenner and Florence Henderson perform on August 7th. Three days later, it was announced that David Berkowitz was arrested for the Son of Sam killings.

I slept incredibly well last night. Although I went to bed around 9:40, I don’t think I slept until 10:30, but still, whatever I could get was needed, and I used it wisely, waking me up a few minutes before the alarm clock.

I have updated my phone, and it seems that AI or artificial intelligence is having more of a say in what I do, and the results of my requests are slightly skewed.

At the job I’ve decided to take the path of passive resistance with regards to Marcus who walked through the door and I said good morning he said something that I did not hear him as the door had to be a bit noisy when closing I mentioned that I did not hear what he had to say and he just kept walking so if he wants to be like that that is fine with me. I have dealt with worse people than him, and I probably will at some point later on in life.

Not sure if he would be concerned that there’s anything that I wrote about if he knew about anything that I wrote, but he doesn’t, and he’s blissfully ignorant of this fact.

Mike came over last night and worked with Bill on some documents that he needs to start his job. Since I was quite fatigued, I stayed out of their way. I don’t know the status of the situation, and I’m sure I will find out eventually.

Things have gotten better between Marcus and me. We had a few words which are pleasant enough, smoothing down that troubled road that we seem to be headed towards, so it’s all good, Ninja.

So this morning I got my bagel and I explained to the woman behind the counter that I tipped her way too much the other day not that I was expecting anything out of it because I didn’t get anything out of it but I thought it was funny but I didn’t not take into account let her mastery of the English language isn’t that great so it just sounded like a bunch of words coming out of a white man which is what they were.

It’s not a bad day weather-wise, it’s in the 70° range, which is comfortable. I sat through a few hours of training on the computer, which excused me from a lot of work, but I guess this afternoon I’ll have to get back to the work, and that was a Friday afternoon, and there’s not much work work work work.

Bill is running around somewhere, Mike seems to have gone back to his crib, and I am having my mini cigar on my lunch break. I am presently sitting where I will probably be standing on Sunday, and here comes Mike on the phone, calling from his crib.

I suppose it’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt. The prankster known as Marcus is a pain in the ass. I think it would be in my best interest to ignore anything that he does because I think he does it to get a reaction, and if he gets no reaction and it’s all for naught.

I tried to sleep last night and it was not easy and so today I am dragging my ass.
You have to love the God of fashion, who tells women what they can and cannot wear and tells men what they can and cannot wear. Women should cover up, men should wear this doily on their heads, it’s ridiculous.

It’s almost like those scriptures that are followed so religiously were written by a tailor or someone who knew a tailor in their family. Of course, there’s always the subjugation of women because men cannot control themselves; they have women dress so it’s not to tempt men because men are weak. Religion is such a wonderful way to control people with the promise of an afterlife of paradise or an afterlife of desolation and pain. You won’t know until you die, and if you do find out, you won’t be able to tell anyone else cuz you’ll be dead.

Today, right now, it is 74°. For the past 3 or 4 days, it’s been in the upper 90s and feeling like it is in the low hundreds. Today is not like that, and the air conditioner is blasting, and I’m wearing a cardigan at my desk. Right now, I feel like I can go to sleep with no problem, but I know that would be a big mistake since it would just be a nap and might affect my actual sleeping habits.

But last night was so oppressively hot. Even though the temperature was lower than the night before, it did a number on me. I soaked my head in cold shower water, went to bed earlier, where the air conditioner was blowing in the bedroom, and it didn’t seem to help much.

So today is payday, and it’s also a Thursday, which is usually the day I get paid, and I did. No plans for today, but I never have plans during the week anyway. I’m on 5th avenue once again, the barricades are put up for the pride parade this weekend, anticipating major crowds I suppose. I guess in this age. At times, it is crucial to stand up and stand out since so many rights and people are under attack and being violated.

It’s extremely pleasant outside right now, it feels like spring, although technically it is summer. The weather is comfortable, not much sweating involved, which is always a good thing, I suppose, though if one is not sweating and it’s very hot, there’s a chance that you might be getting heat stroke.

Marcus is playing the role of bitchy heterosexual man to a t. It seems to be a role that he was born to play, and he inhabits it well. And I will let him have his way and let him do whatever he wants to do, and I’ll stand aside or suffer the consequences.

I’m not feeling that great, but I just have to get through three and a half hours, but it should be no problem. Whereas at my desk, I’m usually able to play music through my computer, right now I would not put it past Marcus to have music on the speakers above me playing music that I have no control over, and I have to play like it’s great.

Like I said, it’s no big deal, I’ll just act like I love hearing new music, and usually I do but not when it’s all the same autotune nonsense.

I swear I can fall asleep right now…

Less than 2 hours to go. I have completed 3 or 4 crossword puzzles since I returned from my lunch hour.