November 20th, 2002. Wednesday
Germs. Everywhere. I'm terribly paranoid about germs these days. On the subway, i try not to grab the handles with my hands. I wrap my arms around them. If I do have to grab them with my hands, I don't rub my eyes, bite my nails, or eat anything until they've been properly scrubbed. Just now, I was in the break room at work, getting some coffee, watching this woman fill up her water bottle on the water dispenser. She had the mouth of the bottle right on the spicket. Germs germs germs all spreading to the water dispenser. What an inconsiderate little idiot. That's how germs spread. These people spend all sorts of time doing things like putting wads of toilet paper down on the toilet seats, not realizing that it's almost impossible to spread germs from that surface, and then they do things like sneeze and then press the elevator button with the hand they covered their mouth with. Fucking people.
So I'm taking a few days off and heading out of town this weekend. I'm really looking forward to it. I'm shakin' the dust of this two-bit burg off my feet and I'm gonna see the world! Or at least, upstate New York. Planning a little trip to the Canadian side of Niagara Falls. From what I hear, the entire country of Canada is on sale. So Miss Charming Melodee and I both have some vacation days to use up, so we thought that'd be a good place to go. The Festival of Lights, coincidentally, begins this weekend up there as well. I like the pretty lights.
Anyway, I've been spending a lot of time over the last few days plotting different routes across New York state and into Canada, and also looking for different places to stay. Everything on the Canadian side is so garish and cheesy it's marvelous. "Theme" motel rooms with names like "The Scarlett O'Hara Room" or "The Garden of Eden," with heart-shaped jacuzzis and all. Of course, garishness like that costs a price, so we will be scaling it down to your standard Motel 6 level or so. More than half the cost of the trip is tied up in the rental car, which makes me lament the second anniversary of the loss of the Grey Ghost even more. Plus, to save cost, we have to take the MetroNorth line to White Plains first. This is all very budget. But i'm really looking forward to a long, leisurely drive, listening to music, and eating sandwiches in the car. I don't forsee the little trip being particularly relaxing though.Spent a lot of the weekend in Park Slope. Played some guitar with my former neighbor Rachel on Saturday. Ended up being alot of fun. Probably the most fun I've had playing the guitar in a good while. We may try to put a little something together. I'm excited by this prospect. It feels good to do something.
Oh yeah, i've got a little story published on yet another men's interest website. The site has been having problems, but it can be found at glazemag.com. What a terrible name. I wonder how long that link will work for. Anyway, the story is about why I would never by Rodzilla fancy underpants. I don't know how much of the story is true anymore. I wrote it back when we were still talking.
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