Well, here i am at Jen's place. As I do every friday, I walked over to the Upper West Side from my Parks job on the Upper East. Today it was around dusk, or shortly before, and it was especially nice out. So as I made my normal route through Central Park, I stopped for a bit in the huge, wide open field and laid down for a while. I'm normally not a really big fan of sitting or lying on the ground. But today I was feeling sort of pensive. So I listened to my cd and just laid flat on my back and stared at the sky. It's nice to be able to look up in the middle of New York City and not see anything but the tranquil, pale-blue sky. Very peaceful. Lately, it's been very easy for me to clear my mind of thoughts entirely, and just stare. I've never been able to do that. I don't know if I've reached some sort of inner peace, or if I'm just shutting down. As Jed used to say about Berry, I think I may be "emotionally flat-lining." That's still to be decided. I wouldn't say I feel particularly happy, but i feel a sort of resigned contentness.

  Have you ever noticed how all my descriptive words have modifiers?

  So I'm meeting my boss from my Parks job later tonight. It's weird saying "my boss," especially since she's 23. I think this may be the first time in my life I've ever gone out socially with someone I work with, besides when I worked as a waiter with my roommates. She lives all the way up around 210th street in Manhattan, which may as well be another state. I could probably drive to Pennsylvania faster than to 210th st from Brooklyn. Anyway, she's house sitting for two weeks at a place on 78th and Riverside, which is literally a stone's throw from Jen's apartment. So I guess we'll go for a few drinks or sumpin. So that should prove interesting at least. Speaking of Jen, she's looking for eligible young bachelors. Some people seem to be under the wrong impression that we're dating. We're not. So she's looking for a guy. Pluses include a bizarre sense of humor, and can handle a witty genius. Being a Met's fan is a big bonus too. So if this sounds like you, email Jen now.

  Jen finally got a desk, by the way. She's lived here for 5 months with her computer on a milk crate or something, and an inflatable chair in the likeness of Queen Amidala from Star Wars Episode One. That was infuriating to type from.

  I'm at a crossroads in my life, by the way.

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