It is a damp Thursday afternoon, the last Thursday of May 2025. It seems I’m quite helpless today. Started around 2:31 last night when the clothes rack that I found on the street a couple weeks ago collapsed, waking up Bill and me, and of course, rather than leave the clothes lying all over the floor he did our best to clean them up and put them somewhere in the middle of the night.

And doing that, my sleep is disrupted, and I was having a good night’s sleep. I liken my sleep situation as having to go through one of many doors, each door leading to something, and one of those doors will lead me to sleep, and I frantically tried to open as many doors as I could but yet unable to sleep. And it seems that when I was able to sleep was only going to wake up minutes later to go to work, so there wasn’t much rest, and I was so very discombobulated.

Discombobulated it’s a word that doesn’t get used often enough, and if it is, perhaps it’s incorrect what it is used. Got to work early as I usually do, but my mind was so fried from the lack of sleep that I could not remember my password on the iMac that I use daily. I answered whatever password I thought was and got locked out.

First, I was locked out for 5 minutes, then 15 minutes, then an hour, then 3 hours. Of course me being me, I think I really fucked up and they’re going to be tired of me and the shit that I do or lack thereof. Of course, they told me that everybody loves me and they like the job that I’m doing which of course they would say rather than you keep fucking up and we are getting tired of your shit.

Yance was summoned to my office from the office where he is and said he wouldn’t be able to do it until early this afternoon. Much to my surprise, he showed up before noon and was able to set things up. Things still aren’t at 100%, but they might be getting there, as far as I hope. I have a good team that I work with, and maybe they’re picking up the slack that I am dropping because I can’t find things to do, but like I said, they might be picking up the slack.

Bill was supposed to be on the road for a charter for a few days, and that was canceled so he’s disappointed. I do love having him around, but when he’s not around, Mike does step up, and I think Mike might be disappointed as well.

Today, I am wandering around just north of the village, trying to figure out what to do and where to go.

The song Turning Japanese plays in my head. It is a song by a band called The Vapors, and the song is 45 years old, older than my coworkers, hahaha.

It is not raining right now as I sit on 5th Avenue outside 100 5th Avenue. Still, I feel obligated to go in as soon as I’m done with this mini-cigar that I am smoking.
It is just one of those days, and of course, I am paranoid.

It is Wednesday, the last Wednesday in May, feels like a Tuesday, but since we had off on Monday, here we are…

I have moved my lunch hour from 12:00 noon to 1:00 p.m. This is a lot better than what I used to have, “It’s 2:45, maybe if somebody could cover for you”. It was a horrible situation, but I got through it, and I maintain contact with Rafe. Things might be going according to plan, but according to plan was not my plan after all.

It’s a drizzly gray afternoon in the area just north of 14th Street, which is just North of Greenwich Village. Mike had to go back to his crib last night, and Bill chilled out at home. Which wasn’t so bad after all. Tonight, probably more of the same, though I hope I sleep better tonight than I did last night. Just not very pleasant or restful.

And yes, dictation a lot easier than typing entries in this here blog, the editing afterwards is nerve-racking to say the least. Today is Farmers market in Union Square, and I bought some vegan chocolate cake, which I have not told Bill or Mike that it’s vegan, but they enjoy it, and ignorance is bliss.

I am enjoying this new gig, I hope it lasts, but of course, that would not be up to me. I am presently underneath some scaffolding across the street from where I work, smoking a mini cigar, but nobody is around me and no one to complain. I keep thinking I’m going to run into somebody that I know, but knowing that, they probably see me first.

A late lunch means I am closer to going home at 5:00 p.m. than I would be if I were taking lunch at noon. Yes, it’s convoluted, but it seems to work at least in my mind. It’s a bit drizzly right now, not overwhelming, and I did bring an umbrella, but I left the umbrella at my desk hence me standing underneath the scaffolding.

This used to be an Andy Warhol area as well. Brownies restaurant was a block away one of the Warhol Factories was around the block, but now all traces are gone.

Shady characters come in all shapes and sizes and colors, and there’s always a few walking by. I’ve been away from my desk for almost half an hour, and since the weather is lackluster once again, I might go back earlier than I need to only because there’s nothing to do and nowhere to go, and the weather is not cooperating.

June approaches and that should be a good thing. Mike, Julio, and Bill have birthdays. Plans are made now, but of course, plans can change at the drop of a hat.

I will have to do something different tonight before I go to sleep, so perhaps I will have a good night’s restful sleep. It is badly needed by me. That’s about it for now, perhaps more later but there’s no guarantee

Tonight I will stand on a different part of the platform going home, so I have no problem getting a seat on the train since where I’ve been standing tends to get a little bit crowded, and I’ve spotted where the trains are not crowded and will figure out where I have to stand. That is how my life is at this moment, figuring out good spots to sit on the PATH train.

I just tried to help some guy looking for 91 5th Avenue, and I sent him in the wrong direction since I was using logic, not real estate listings.