Listen, you'll have to excuse me. I have a lunch meeting with Cliff Huxtable at the Four Seasons in 20 minutes.

Two days in NYC so far.

We landed late Thursday night and crashed. I crashed. I had been up for way too long studying for my linguistics class and hoped to sleep on the plane. Didn't happen. So Thursday for me was all about getting to one destination: a bed.

Friday we got up late and went to eat at Junior's here in Brooklyn. Did I ever tell you guys how much I love Sauerkraut? I wanted to dance a bit when I ate Sauerkraut, but being in a confined space and with Amy and Jane there, I had to dance in my head. I think the Time Warp from Rocky Horror is a good dance to do for food.

We went to the MET and I felt lost most of the time. It's a labyrinth. The sculpture exhibit there is great.

Virgin Megastore, Strand Books, Karaoke in K-town. I sang Michael Jackson's Ben, which is my safety song. I know it by heart. I had a friend named Ben, still do, and I'd like to shout that out for a sec. Ben, you gotta song.

Yesterday was shopping. Got some books, Talking Heads stuff, hung out on Bleeker Street. Bought a faux Coach purse in Chinatown. Drank alot with an NYC police officer (training) and everyone. Two mind erasers and I don't remember getting home. I think we took a cab. I don't remember a train.

Just because some of us can read and write and do a little math, that doesn't mean we deserve to conquer the Universe.

I've been sick, thought to be fired, thought to be ON fire, and fell asleep in the middle of drinking a cherry coke. Plus I slept on my glasses and made my face look like some discarded Picasso painting. I bloodied two of my knuckles without knowledge, broke a plate while washing it and nearly got hit by a Miata this morning.

But I'm leaving for NY on Thursday and none of this seems to matter.

Jane and I will be flying to NY (via Atlanta) Thursday and spend the weekend doing NY things. I guess gawking and getting lost, and then finding cool things and then being exhausted. That's what tourists do right? I hope to go to the East Village. We're going to The Met this Friday. We did't get a chance last time.

Quick. Someone tell me where I can get a faux pink Coach bag!

I wanna see the hands. Come on. Which one of you nuts has got any guts?

I woke up feeling sick. I think I haven't had a cold this bad in well, years. I'm just going to go blow money on OJ and antihistamines until I can see through lead or run a marathon.

On the way home from class earlier I ran into Luke who was already sitting in front of his house double fisting coffee and a Mickeys. This is pretty usual for Luke since he spends his days doing nothing but trying to become less and less appealing, but this morning has taken the cake. Apparently he had gotten into a fight last night/early morning with some hippie kid named Sloane. I'm not sure who won, but Luke's wrist looks broken. He doesn't want to go to the hospital (lack of insurance) so he's got a towel wrapped around it and resting in his lap. It's really purple and bruised. I should've forced him to go, but I mean, it's Luke and there's not much you could do. Then we talked about beating people until their unconscious, and then making them wake up in odd situations. Like, beating up that hippie guy until he passes out, then go put him in a house with a wife and a kid, a minivan. He'd be like "whoa, they beat me into suburbia."
We also tried the situation where the guy would wake up as a fry cook at Denny's and an Eskimo on a hunting trip.

Plus: I'm back on myspace. The pressure was too much and I broke.

Rachidian

It always makes me think of Rome, the way the sun hits the buildings in the afternoon.

I couldn't sleep right away.
I read some, but then I remembered I had to send a couple of e-mails (one to Jerry in Japan, one to my younger brother Seth) then started to peruse YouTube.
I was looking through all my videos that I've saved over the past month, when I found out you COULD save videos, Here are my favorites (so far):

A Tribe Called Quest-Check The Rhyme
The Flaming Lips- Mr. Ambulance Driver
Camper Van Beethoven- Take The Skineheads Bowling
The Smiths- Panic
Talking Heads- And She Was
The Descendents- I'm The One
Men Without Hats- Safety Dance
Alphaville- Forever Young
Barenaked Ladies- Easy
Porno For Pyros- Pets
Me Myself and I- De La Soul

Man. I love ALL those videos.

Russia, are you not speeding along like a fiery and matchless troika?

Hey.

I'm trying to read Julio Cortazar/listen to Suicidal Tendencies/drink Optimator. The combination is confusing yet stimulating.
New York is on the horizon again. Jane and I are going to go the last weekend of October becuase....well, just becuase we want to. I can't wait. New York is still surreal to me even know it'll be my third visit. It's an overwhelming feeling to be there, to be around all the life that's happening. It always makes me think of a city that's constantly moving- not just the people but the bricks and the ironworks and the bridge. Like these inanimate objects are also living and breathing there, moving along with everything else.

Denton is still Denton and will forever always be Denton. Whatever image you have of Denton in your mind right now is the same exact image of Denton as it probably is right now. I do love it here, but it's getting a bit tedious. We saw a big "gang" fight in front of our house last night. Strange. I saw someone get hit with a baseball bat HARD.

I was talking with Jane the other night after we had left the Old Monk in Dallas. We were there for her friends birthday. I was thinking about my line of work, the mental health racket, and wondering how much of "me" is involved with it. I would never opt for another job, If I had to do it all over again I would, but at the same time I wonder if people are only interested in that fact. The fact that, yeah, I've had to deal with stuff that's way out of the norm. People love looking at car crashes, and watching scary movies. It's an entire different thing to live it. I have to equate those two instances with my life while working at a mental institution. It was a long series of events that I don't feel comfortable about. I've recently started writing down a lot of things that went on, trying to sort them out in my mind. I don't regret the things I've done but sometimes I have huge questions about them.