It’s Wednesday, the humpiest of days yet again. Not much going on this end. What’s going on on your end? How are things? Getting better?

Oh I forgot, you never write, you just read. Leaving me holding the bag, doing all the work while you just lolly-gag around. Don’t worry, I don’t hold it against you.

Well not too much at least. I’m used to it by now. I should be used to it with this the 1,303 posting I’ve made since that fateful night in October 2005.

Tonight is another free show I’m not attending. The Budos Band are playing in Stuyvesant Town and I had it on my calendar, but the skies threaten rain again, plus I have to be at work earlier than I’ve been the past few months since someone wants to check out the office space for rent.

Whether or not it’s for moving in February 2010 or as soon as possible, I couldn’t tell you.

So I have to get up earlier than usual. Perhaps that will give me license to leave earlier than usual. That remains to be seen.

Last year on June 10, I wrote a double header which is quite rare. I wrote about 2 girlfriends I had. One was Donna Rinaldi from the summer of 1976.

That relationship was doomed from the start. To be 13 years old and in a long distance relationship was too much for me. I never got to first base in any event.

Still haven’t.

After that was about 6 years later, a date with Terry Triolo. She lived around the block from me and was somewhat butcher than me. Once again nothing happened.

I took her to see Reds, the Warren Beatty/Diane Keaton movie. It’s 3.5 hours long. The story of an American journalist in the midst of the Russian revolution was not as romantic as the Daily Worker said.

That was the second entry from last year. The first was all about watching the gay news program, In the Life with Bill. It was then I decided to take Bill to see Xanadu on Broadway, scoring seats on stage.

Also I hit Bill in the face the night before when we were sleeping which he forgot about until I reminded him when I apologized then next morning.

On June 10, 2007 I was visiting my brother Frank in the hospital. It was mainly about the hospital visit, my niece Meghan and her then fiancee Rob going to their Bachelor and Bachelorette parties, and transportation.

June 10, 2006 was about meeting my friend Sarah, problems with Bill and a hot guy named Lawrence who I practically drooled over. Bill had seen our couples counselor, Phillip Beansprout on his own and said it went well.

My how far I’ve come from those days. So much has changed.

There was a lot of tension going on in our relationship back then, and nowadays there is hardly any.

Then again I write this alone in the apartment.