A slow day today. Mostly on auto pilot. Went to work, went to class, went home. Not terrible though. here's what's on my mind right at this moment:
I seem to be putting on a little weight. the scale at work keeps telling me I've gained three or four pounds.I have to grow my hair out longer again if I want to wear hats in the coming cold months.
I'm missing a few key cds.
I need new shoes.
I keep my mind on material and superficial things to avoid any real, unpleasant thoughts.
Not all the time though. Maybe I'm just more conscious of it lately.I gave a good listen to a cd by a group called the Glands. I got the cd at St. Mark's Sounds after trading in some cds I got at work for free. It's not bad, and definitely worth the two dollars I had to pay to get it.
I really enjoy sleep. It's so relaxing. Though that's obvious.
I keep looking for cds, and they keep being gone. What's going on? No rhyming intended.
Tomorrow is Halloween. I was in the Village Parade last year. this year is the first year it's being nationally televised. I feel gypped somehow.
Geoff has informed me that yesterday's poem was written by Margaret Atwood.
Since i have nothing left to offer, here are some pictures from Friday night, when Jed and James decided to put on a little show outside the large window at Iggy's, a bar on Ludlow St. In some of these, they rocked back and forth like some sort of pumping machinery. In others, they put on dramatic poses as if they were about to kiss or dance.
This was weird beyond words.
Here, James flipped his shirt over his head to expose his hairy chest. The girl to the right wearing the white turned around moments later and said "well, not that's weird!"
Jen likes this recent line of New York City graffiti. There are littl things that say "work" or "shirik" all over the city. How clever. Speaking of that though, I'm continually impressed with a lot of the bathroom graffiti I encounter in this city. By the way, those ar Jen's shoes, and yes, they are indeed pink Pumas.
The night ended with a trip to Katz's deli for a huge hot pastrami. Salted cured meet....mmm mmm good.
