Wednesday afternoon 1:15 August 6th 2025 I paid my rent. I walked around Union Square. They did not have the chocolate vegan slices of bread that I enjoy while they had one slice and I wanted two so I got none.

Everything is pretty groovy everything is pretty quiet Marcus came in had it been in Monday and Tuesday for some reason I’m thinking of Isaac Roberto and Kirsty Tally two misbegotten human resources directors as well as Jermy Panzonfir they’re just generally bad people working for the best for the company not for the employer.

Last night was a mellow night at home and I finally achieved a good night’s sleep uninterrupted. The difficulty of getting out of bed this morning was immense but still I persevered and shuffled my way around the apartment into the shower with my coffee but not at the same time.

I feel I’ve eaten way too much this morning and I have I snacked all morning and now I have a gut full of sugar dough. Still I sit in my spot next to the building it’s not hot out The sun is not out I believe it’s from the Saskatchewan fire things are hazy as is my memory.

It is August and we’re looking down the road at September. My birthday month and also my least favorite month it’s a cruel twist of irony.

It’s Wednesday and we’re halfway through it which is a good thing to say. Tomorrow is Thursday and I look forward to that which means Friday will be quiet at least it should be. Though there is that meeting on Thursday morning and Marcus did give me advice not to talk about the staffing agency and to talk more about the fruit tree. So that means when I get back this afternoon I’ll have to figure out what to talk about during the meeting. It doesn’t have to be a home run, it doesn’t have to be the wittiest thing it just has to be. I wish they didn’t tell me I was so funny cuz now I keep trying to be funny.

I sit and smoke my mini cigar and watch handfuls of people stroll by 5th avenue and 16th Street. How many millions of people have walked by this area since the 1700s I am guessing hahaha.
Am I a good writer? Hard to say since I mainly dictate these notes it’s my phone and then edit them and clean them up when I get home at night.

I don’t write anything fanciful nor fictional I just write about what’s going on in my mind and what’s going on immediately before me it’s a strange situation I find myself in. In fact the anniversary of me restarting this here blog is coming up if it hasn’t passed already.

Bill has just set me a note from his dentist office they pulled a tooth last week and since then I think the neighboring filling has fallen apart. We shall see how that goes.

Over the weekend, Mike and I went to the store that replaced the Hoboken Farmboy in the hearts and stomachs of many people. I saw my friend who was wearing a mask and I asked him why and he thinks he got COVID but he’s not doing anything about it. He’s letting it run its course. Of course he was not wearing his mask properly and if he had a COVID he’s spreading it.

He’s a nice guy I enjoy his company but as he was telling me that I was literally itching my way away from him and whatever it is that he has.

I have eaten too much before lunch and I have to stop that and cut the amount down.

Hiroshima was 80 years ago today.

Break for love

Tuesday, August 5th, 2025, I set up my desk at the office, listening to Rufus Wainwright’s Want One, which I created a playlist that combines Want One with Want Two.

The train was not on fire this morning so I was able to ride into Manhattan without any problems. It is a bit hazy due to the fires out in Saskatchewan, which have traveled to the east coast and is lingering.

I was supposed to get a text from my former William on Saturday with regards to the bicycle ride and meet up on Sunday. He did not send. I did not reach out no harm no foul.
I know I could have reached out to him, but I didn’t and went for my bike ride solo, which was pleasant enough, just about all I can handle.

There was a 3.0 earthquake in Hasbrouck Heights on Saturday night and my sister-in-law just said there was another earthquake about a half an hour away from there.

I am in Manhattan right now and haven’t felt anything, although last year or maybe the year before there was an earthquake when I was working down in Tribeca, which shook the building and caused some people to leave for the day, whereas I stayed at my desk and manned my station.

Just had a camera meeting, which I could not participate fully in because I didn’t have a camera that was functional. I just sat back and watched and texted whatever I needed to say, which wasn’t much at all.

And then I rode the elevator down to the street level only to remember that I forgot my water, so I went back up to get my water to go back down and sit outside smoking my mini cigar and talked to Bill and Mike

It’s like deja vu all over again.

I called Bill and he was at the gym in the middle of a workout so I cut it short and I called up Mike and he was going on about his story and I could barely hear him This is those jackhammers in the distance and a crazy person that was approaching me looking for a cigarette as she saw me smoking a mini cigar.

Another night with an uneasy sleep. I think it may be the mattress that is the problem. We haven’t flipped the mattress in years, and we probably should, but it’s a California king mattress and it’s big and unwieldy.

I’m not as discombobulated as I was yesterday after a night of lousy sleep, so that is a plu,s I suppose? And it’s hazy outside thanks to the fires of Saskatchewan.

Not much else to report. Last night Mike and I had a talk about religion and God and I think Mike is leaning towards agnosticism which could be the influence of me and Bill. It was a deep talk that went on for a while and then when Bill came home Bill and I talked about the talk that Mike and I had. Full circle.

Jet Watley just popped into my head, and I felt sad that Jet never made it past 30 something.
I have to somehow figure out how to curtail my data usage on my phone. I thought I was doing fine, but they keep telling me I’m not, which is not good for me but good for them because they get more money.