November 8th,2001.Thursday
I was unable to wake up for work at the scheduled time this morinng. Not sure why. I think I'm actually waking up and turning the alarm off, instead of hitting snooze. And I think this has been happening so much lately that I've stopped noticing that it's the wrong thing to do.Anyway, after work, I met my parents and Geoff on the Upper West Side, near Lincoln Center. The parents are in town for the opera this evening, and will be in town for another day or two. We had dinner at a little Italian place on 68th and Columbus. I had some fairly tasty lamb and a glass of wine.
Then I went to my night job. I'd asked for an early shift because I thought I was meeting my parents after work, but that wasn't the way things worked out. I got a call from Jen K. while at work. She was looking up cheap flights online, and wanted to plan a trip to Greece in January and wanted to know if I wanted to go. I said "Are you asking me to go away to Greece with you?" She said "Well, not 'you and me' but you and me." The quotes are interpretive. Anyway, I told her I couldn't very well quit my job and just run off to the Aegean. I didn't say "Aegean." But that sounds nice. Anyway, I told her if I weren't working, I'd go. Which made me really hate my job and the fact that I'm not in college anymore. So anyway, after work, I went over to Union Square and met Jen K and we went out for a drink. We ended up walking all the way over to the Holiday Cocktail Lounge on St. Marks and 1st Ave. The drinks are cheap and the place is very divey. Soon after we got there, a group of about 10 girls walked in, with some of the fakest looking ID's i've ever seen. Do states still issue lamenated posterboard licenses? Even West Virginia, the state you'd think would be on the low end of the ID technology scale, has a rather handsome license. Anyway, the real striking characteristic about these girls was that there wasn't a looker in the bunch. Of course, since they all looked about 18 years old, that was probably a moot point. Probably. Anyway, Jen herself just turned 21 less than two weeks ago. It rarely occurs to me that she's younger than my youngest brother. I always think she's my age, or older sometimes. But at times she does really act her age. She was telling me stories about getting arrested in Ocean City, NJ when she was sixteen. She and her friends were drinking out in public and a woman walks by and asks her what's in the cup. According to Jen, which I am debating whether or not to believe, she said "A cup of Fuck-Off." To which the woman replied "Is it still a cup of Fuck-Off?" while brandishing her badge. Anyway, they were arrested, and she had to appear in court on her mother's birthday. I don't think she lies all that much, so I guess I'll believe that.
After that, we walked back to her apartment and I ate blue cheese and showed her the Underpants Cowboy page I made so many years ago now. Then i took a cab home. My mom gave me twenty dollars at dinner. I said "is this so I can take a cab to work?" and she said "No, I just thought you should have some cash." I really wanted her to tell me she was giving me the money for the expressed purpose of taking a cab, so I wouldn't feel guilty when i took a cab somewhere later in the evening. But the cab ride was much nicer than the subway. I talked to Caryn for the whole way home, about this and that and whatnot.
I can't stop eating. Please help. The Dad said I looked skinnier since he last saw me. But I'm bored a lot and when I'm bored I eat. it's kind of gross to sit around and feel bloatd and unattractive. And tired. Gosh, I'm tired. And here it is, 2:20 in the morning, and here I am again, not in bed. It's really the process of getting in bed that makes me not get in bed. There's just too much that needs to be done before bedding down for the night, that I'd rather do nothing just to postpone these stupid chores like hygiene. But I can barely keep the eyes open now. So...
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