May 9, 2000. Tuesday
It's like 7:30am. Haven't written an entry this early in many moons. Believe or not, Jed and I got up around 6 this morning and went for a short, brisk run. We walked up to Prospect Park, and ran for about 10 minutes. Hey, you gotta ease into these things. So a good mile or so is a good way to do that. And it's too hot to comfortably go back to sleep. So I'm up. And it feels ok. Maybe I'll get something accomplished today. Or maybe I'll just have more time to eat.
The weekend was spent alternating between a headache and plain fatigue. I went out Friday night with Jen, Jed, and these two girls we know. We went to a bar on 5th Ave. called gingers, which we're pretty sure is a gay bar. Mainly lesbian, I think. The sign in the bathroom was the clincher for me. It was an ad for a roommate, which read like "We are: three righteous dykes etc.," and "You are: the same. Political activity a plus." Am I being ignorant, or just accurate?
So on saturday I went up to Prospect Park to meet jed and these two girls. it's damn hot, and I was sweating up a storm. We spent a while tossing the frisbee, one of my favorite activities, and with the wind the three of them weren't throwing that bad. We spent the rest of the afternoon walking around and sitting in bar/restaurant, but I felt like such shit from drinking the night before that wasn't in the mood for much of anything. I don't know if it was the two girls or if I was just feeling pissy, but I didn't really want to be there. So I spent the night at home vegging out in front of the TV while Jed went down to Great Lakes. Luckily, there was a lot of good tv on, capped off by a 1:30am showing on HBO of A Fish Called Wanda. A lovely movie.
Since then, I still haven't gotten much done. The plan today is to call a temp agency or two, and maybe get a haircut. I'm also showing the apartment. There's an Australian or New Zealander girl coming over to see the room today. She sounded nice enough. But she's not my first choice for a roommate. Believe it or not, I've been emailing with the new bassist of Luna, because she needs an apartment. I originally emailed their drummer via a posting on their webpage, saying he was looking for an NYC apartment. He found a place, but she needs one, and so she emailed me. So... I told her I had a room available, and she said she'd like to come see the place. I ain't heard back from her yet, but hopefully it'll work out. How cool would that be? I wouldn't have to pay to go to see Luna anymore probably. What's especially cool is that she was in the movie Satisfaction with Justine Bateman and Julia Roberts. What's even cooler is that she was the singing voice of the cartoon character Gem. So who knows. Maybe I should have something baking when she gets here. If she gets here. that'd be neat-o.
Jed sent me an email yesterday from work, saying he talked to the sister of my former roommate/friend Berry on the phone. She was signing up for a free trial of his company's service. Operation IT, it's called. He also asked, "is the apartment cleaner now that Greg is gone?" to which she answered "yes." Fuckers. I don't need that. Hey, I've been cleaning this place like a madman for the last few days. Well, maybe not like a madman, but I don't need my current roommate talking shit to my old roommate's kin. Especially given the way I left the place. And by "way," I mean the manner in which I left, not the condition. It was pretty clean after I left, mostly because all the furniture and various other things were mine.
Anyway, I think I'll cook something to eat, then maybe go out and get a bagel. There's the problem. Run for ten minutes, eat the rest of the day. Oh well. At least I got up early, and that's a start. Jed wants to go again tomorrow. I was OK with it today, because i didn't know how far we'd go. But now I have something to dread. Our junior year of college, Jed and I got up and went swimming at 5 in the morning once. Once. It was very tiring. I really need to shape up though. it's almost bathing suit season, you know.
DA&R
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