How was your weekend? My days are merging together a little bit because my body is out of sync and I’m sleeping strange hours. Last night was one of the worst with my congestion, so bad that I was awake until 10 in the morning. I woke back up around noon and called in that damn refill. Luckily, it was still honored as on insurance, and so I got it at the same price.
Took that pill at home and by this time I was tired and could breathe. When I went to bed again, I slept till around 7:30. I’m glad to have these pills back on my person again.
Rented Mystic River because I was fiending to watch something new. And it was very good. Reminded me of 21 Grams, I guess because Sean Penn is in it. That guy rocks.
For a few minutes there I got the idea into my head that I would work at UPS here. But after I did the math, I realized I’m still making more weekly on unemp., so it’s just not worth it. I may apply for a $10 an hour factory position that is just for this FALL. If I land that, then we can have at least a little more spending money, and afterwards I’m allowed to go on unemp. I dropped a resume off at the bookstore downtown but they’re paying less than $8; fucking outrageous.
R. is knocking pens off your glass desk here in the living room. The new season of The Wire came on tonight and was good.
“I’m so deep my underwear is deep. My balls get confused in there.” -Beau Sia on tonight’s Def Poetry
“It’s such an honor… to win. The rest of you, enjoy your facials.” -Gary Shandling to Emmy Awards audience.
I’m glad there is actually no class on Wednesday since the teacher has some things to take care of. But we’ll go in for a few minutes and get our most recent papers from her. I anxious to see what she made of it.
Saturday I was up quite early and went to meditation for the first time in a long while. John Perry made an oversight, I suppose, and did not show. Someone should chip in and buy him a scheduler. I can think of a few others in my life who need schedulers. But I’m being nice. Look at me! The first word that comes to mind when you look at me is I’m nice, isn’t it? Yay.
I’m on a four month fast from brownies. So when I return to them I’m going to eat the whole tray at once.
Many Sopranos actors won emmys, and a shitload of folk from Angels in America got shit, too. Blah, blah, right? Just filling you in. Remind me, in case I forget, to tape Top Model for you come Wednesday. Goodnight, small small.