June 15, 2000.  Thursday

 
 

    So yesterday was anticlimactic.  I got up around 6:30 AM for a change, and was out the door around 7:30. I had to drag my butt up to 96th st. on the Upper West Side to meet my photojournalism professor.  I was supposed to do a ride along with him. So I get there around 8:30, and by 8:50, he's still not there. So i give him a call on the trusty cell phone, and he says he's at Neward Airport, and that he tried to call me but couldn't get through.  Apparently, when i gave him my cell phone number, I gave him some strange hybrid of my cell and home numbers.  So after all that, after standing on the subway, packed in so tight I couldn't even take a deep breath of the stale air, I dragged my ass back to Brooklyn.

    When the F train went above ground at Carrol St., I got a message on the voice mail from Circuit City, telling me that my air conditioner was being delivered, but no one was there to open the goddam door.  They didn't say "goddam."  Anyway, my reliable brother Geoff told me he could surely be here on wednesday.  I hadn't seen him since monday, so I gave him a call the night before and he assured me he'd be here at 9am.  So i was pretty pissed off when these guys are calling me at 10 and telling me no one's there.  He eventually strolled in at around 11.  All in all, I did get the people to come back.  At first when I asked if they could come back the same day, the women said "I'm sorry, that's impossible."  That seemed sort of extreme, so I called another number and theguy said, "They'll be there in 10 minutes."  Anyhow, I'm just glad I have a new AC unit, and I can finally stop complaing- and writing- about it.

    So besides that, I spent the rest of the day not writing my Survivor article. I did watch the first three episodes of Survivor, and I did take a nice long afternoon nap. I haven't taken an afternoon nap in a while.  Maybe because I get up so late.  My hair is typically still wet from my "morning" shower around dinner time.  It was a wonderful nap, and i slept better than I have in days.  Just a guilt free coupla hours, filled with pleasant dreams.  Although lately whenever I think about my dreams, I can't remember them, and I have this vague feeling of ickness like if I really remembered them, there's something in there that would really disturb me.  So anyway, I got up early this morning to move my car and to maybe finish this article, which is due on Friday.  It's for this guy's website that PFC Caryn knows.  It shouldn't be a tough task, but for some reason I can't seem to organize my thoughts too well.

    I'm supposed to meet Jen for a drink tonight, but I don't know if I will.  I still have a lot of work to do, so i probably shouldn't stay out too late.  And I've gotta spend all day tomorrow cleaning up this dump.  There's all this crud on the kitchen floor and countless salmonella germs on the counter.  And Rodzilla is coming on Saturday methinks. This begins her permanent move here to New York.  I gotta go down to Philadelphia to get her and all her baggage.  And by "baggage," I of course mean suitcases.         mostly.
 

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