I stayed home again today, still nursing this nagging sickness.  I felt ok when I went to bed last night, but this morning around 8:30 I got up and knew I wasn't going anywhere. So I turned the alarm off and went back to bed. The worst part about being sick is that I can't even enjoy sleep, one of my favorite activities.  I'm always too hot or too cold, and my dreams are always so fucked up and feverish.  So I dragged my ass around the house for the better part of the afternoon before going with jed, who also called in sick, down to Dizzy's for a cup of coffee and a bun.

    A guy came to install out cable modem today.  I'm looking forward to that.  Except that for some reason, our appointment got changed, so only Dylan's computer has the modem.  The guy I spoke with on the phone was a real dick.  Anyway, now half our cable channels don't work.  It's all very aggravating. So I took a little walk outside.  Sort of a damp, but balmy evening.  the sort of post-rain late afternoon that'd be really refreshing in July.  I spoke with matt for a while and caught up a bit, then walked up and down 7th ave. for about an hour.  there's a certain patience that I get from being sick.  Normally I zip from place to place, running all over to get things done as quickly as possible and get home.  but when I'm sick, I'm too weak to run around, so I just stroll around casually, taking my good old time.  And I sort of like it.  It's nice to be forced out of being hurried.  it's much calmer and I just enjoy the walk instead of thinking about what I need to do when i get home.  Usually I'm very impatient.  but when I'm sick to the point I can barely walk, I it's very relaxing.  It's nice that your body is able to tell you to slow down.

    Someone found my page doing a search today for "New York city department of parks and historical signs."  Hope it wasn't someone in the parks department.  That makes me nervous.

    You know what I've been doing a LOT of lately?  Staying up late at night, watching political coverage.  I don't know why, but that's what i look for at 4am.  It started out that I'd come back from a bar all drunk, cook something to eat, and sit down and watch the State of the Union or Crossfire or something. Now, I just sit there at 2am, drunk or not, watching CNN or C-Span, watching briefings with the White House press secretary.  And I must say, from day one, that Ari Fleischer has seemed like a pretty trust-worthy guy to me.  He's a good person to be the press secretary. there's an implicit trust in his manner, if you as me.  Until he starts to speak. his reactions, though, are very much like a favorite uncle.

    So I went down to Barnes and Noble today to peruse the magazine rack, looking for story ideas for the magazine.  And there it was, the new copy of my magazine.  And inside, two articles by me.  i've seen the magazine already, and showed to just about everybody I know, but it was a particularly special feeling to pick up a magazine in a bookstore and see my name.  And that someone in California or Georgia or wherever could pick it up, and there it'd be.  Just thought I'd toot my own horn for a second there.  I'm anticipating a beat-down at work tomorrow, for my shitty ideas and whatnot. So let's try to feel good right now, hmmm?
 

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