person, place, or thing

everthing seemed to stoop lower today. Half-masted flags in a half-masted sky. Despite the hourly dusk, I sat in my box under the nervous flourescent lights. "What's so wrong about Christianity?" she said. The conversation came to it's predetermined close. "I guess I just don't see it that way." On the other side of town, to which I escaped computer fault in my favor, kids didn't wear suits and reasonable hairstyles to reveal how put-togather everthing about their personhood would reveal. No, across the tracks they wore haloween costumes; some because of the holiday, others for different reasons. A boy dressed to be homeless sat next to a man who really was. Who was more scared? And who was just pretending? I tried to work, but my spine nealt as my psyche played the stooping role of the day. Tomorrow is another day. Whatever my eyes can see is a person, place, or thing.

diagnosis: veal

My trip to chicago was excellent. xtina, becky and i ate at a fantastic argentinian restaurant. I had what I thought was an eggplant dish. Truly a unique, excuisite culinary experience until I was forced to experience it again in a dark Walgreens parking lot near the concert in a particularly bad neighborhood. I felt excellent after the fact, explaining that perhaps I should simply become bulemic, judging by my immediate turn-around in demeanor. That way, I could eat whatever I want. Dramatic eating disorders could be the answer to all my problems. Perhaps the bar was lesbian, maybe not. All in all, it was a great trip and it was good to see becky again. It's good to get out of grusalem.

I'm currently reading Freakonomics. Have any of you read it yet; it's definitely worth a look.

don't believe us? ask the dishes

Just one more work day until I go to Chicago. I have Martha Wainwright tickets but I think I'll buy My Morning Jacket tickets as well. I don't see how I couldn't stay overnight Fri. night; Martha doesn't get on stage till about 11pm cst. That would make for a really late night and there wouldn't be enough cheap cups of coffee at all the denny's in the world to keep my lifeless body driving. I loves me some good MMJ. Andrew, I'm sorry you're feeling so sick. Perhaps you should take some echinesea. Peter, I hope you'll come to town tomorrow.

tuesdays are terrific!

Another morning of waking up, watching two episodes of rosanne while eating cinnamon life, showering during the nanny, and coming back to the television for my daily dose of mad about you prior to leaving for work. I'm serious, this is the way I spend my mornings, the only time I have off during my day. At work I browsed places I've been and things I've seen. I bought tickets for a martha wainwright show next friday in chicago. I'm planning on seeing becky then. god I have to get out of this town.

This past weekend I went to dickson's going away party. Saturday I got my balls officially busted by a characteristically surly nick at mulligans. I'm not sure how he wants me to act in that situation but it clearly doesn't bother me like he thinks it does. He'll dig up references amidst lively conversation completely non-sequitor which makes him appear twice as desparate to be the center of things. But there I am, forced into schoolyard behavior in a bar when I clearly have other things on my mind. Perhaps that is what irritates me the most. Oh well, a couple more days before I can do something besides work and sleep. But until then, I'm working hard for the money.

friday after thursday

tonight Becky is in town, much to my surprise. I felt greasy all day today due to a late-night trip with peter to the grand coney. Let's face it: I'm not as young as I used to be. That or I'm not used to eating slimy eggs and potatoes at 2am.

I feel like I need to get out of this town for a while. Perhaps I'll take a trip soon. I'm discovering very quickly that I don't like the idea of working full-time for the rest of my life. It's not how man is supposed to live; sitting in a cubicle is completely unnatural. Oh well, six weeks down, fifty years to go. That's not so long, is it? When this is done I can go on all the brenner tours I want. Perhaps I'll make my triumphant return to the city of light. Here is a photo of said locale I took from the top of the arc de triumphe.

marginally better

I slept for eleven hours last night. I woke at eleven this morning with the aids parade marching in the sunshine outside my window. x-tina burned a pan after making me eggs this morning, we didn't notice until the apartment filled with smoke. She was upset at her mistake. I was at a loss for words because of how tired I was and besides, what could I say to make things better. I'm sure I came off as an asshole like I usually do. I cleaned the apartment while she was gone. I feel better today than yesterday, I'm not sure what I'll do. I'll probably continue trying to figure out if I like "curb your enthusiasm" or not. Perhaps I don't. Now I'm outside enjoying one of the last days of good weather.