May 25th, 2001.  Friday

 
One Year Ago Today
 

    It's Friday afternoon.  Not doing much today.  Got a haircut.  Trying to figure out what want to do next.  Turn on my light. Then some music.  That was easy.

    So what next? I suppose I'll go get a cup of coffee. I'm trying to write a chapter of a book.  It's about unemployment.  About how I spend my days while unemployed.  The chapter on Nintendo 64 is shaping up wonderfully.  I also had to write a mixed-drink review column for this website, Mojo10.  It's one of those men's interest sites, not unlike the magazine I was working for.  It took me forever to find a drink to write about.  Well, that's not really true. It just took me a while to get up the motivation to do it. I handed in a column two weeks ago, but the guy said it was too general.  So fine.  But it's tough to do something when you're not getting paid, as has been well documented.  Anyway, so yesterday I went down to Great Lakes, where I knew the bartender Ray would be working, and got his advice.  I'd never been in there during daylight hours, and it was an odd experience.  Anyway, he made me a list of six drinks. I disqualified the Girl Scout Cookie drink, even though he said that was his specialty, because I couldn't write about a drink I myself could never order.  "Yeah, gimme three Girl Scout Cookies and a Bud."  not so much. So I went with the White Spider. It sounded sort of sinister.  It's gin an triple sec and sour mix, with a twist, served in a martini glass.  It wasn't bad. Sort of like a tom collins without the fizz or cherry.  Not something you can drink a lot of though.  Anyway, I'm hoping the column is satisfactory.  Now I only have one more writing obligation. It's just a revision of the intro paragraph, but it's been like 7 weeks and I still haven't done it. Another no-pay job. I'm actually supposed to get 500 bucks when it's published, but that day isn't looking to be in the near future. Even if they don't run it, I'm supposed toget a 25% kill fee, but I think they'll just hold on to it. Not that I'd ever get that money anyway. I hate those pricks.  The main reason I haven't finished this is because I know even if I do, it probably won't see print, and I won't get the kill fee. Even if it is run, I still won't see the money for months.  I hate it when you can't count on people.  Wankers.
    So I've just been spending long hours in front of the computer.  (On My Turf) Jen has been very good about emailing regularly.  Which is nice.

    So, just got some coffee.  Should really get to writing some more now.  Amy is having a party at her Upper West Side pad this evening, and I was planning on going. James had been emailing her and met her once, so I'm hoping he'll accompany me.  Then who knows what.

    Looking at the poster on the wall, it's been two years since the last show of Underpants Cowboy. I knew there was something special about Wednesday.  I bought this Canon printer/fax/scanner/copier machine, but it turned out to be a piece of shit, so I returned it.  but not before making several color copies and scanning a lot of pictures.  Hey, I happened to scan the Underpants Cowboy poster I made for the last show. And look, here it is.
 

    I'm thinking about the future.  In relation to the past.  I feel sort of ok.  I wouldn't say optimistic, but certainly not hopeless. I'm just really wondering what's going to happen to me.  Though what I should probably be thinking is what I'm going to do, not what's going to happen to me.

Yeah yeah yeah...

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