I think I'll do one of those inventory-type posts today. Kungfuramone is the only one reading anyway... So I think the whole blogging phenomenon was somewhat that he already had one and didn't need to be emailing me info he'd already blogged so ta-da; the world is privy to what we would have emailed. KFR has made claims that if I had a counter I'd just be amazed how many people are reading thhis, but I think he's wrong.

But apperently, Won't get Therapy. Will Talk to computer. is the first thing that pops up if you search for "Look Any Our Car." And once someone did and then we went out and he told me. The trick there is Margaret.

Speaking of, I got spam e-mailed today and it was incredible. 2 from the same guy. Both of them ended "a gun goes rooty-toot-toot." The guy was, like, a way better creative writer than me. The world is over.

So the inventory:
* headache
* actually hangover -- it's of the I feel so happy after playwriting workshop that I drink a few beers before bed variety, so I think that's fine.
* I am more inclined to write when I have a little hangover -- it's a real trend around here at Won't get therapy.
* This guy on the subway was a dad! He was taking his little boy where I could hear him talking and he said "Then I'll be back in just a few hours." Then he squatted next to his son and his son lovingly touched his face and played with his sunglasses with very inquisitive eyes. The dad said "Oh, twelve. Probably about twelve. So what time is it now? So in five hours. That's around five hours from now" and the kid was like okay, I'll just trust you on that information there, Dad-o and obviously children are the meaning of life. And also I think maybe one wants to recreate that child trust later with adults but then you're some kind of retard who never grew up and that's sad. Sometimes when I love people I still want to ask them how many hours til they come back. I guess the caveat is it's nice to be able to get around on your own and not be three feet shorter than everyone. But I think it hardly cancels out STROLLER. Stroller so cool.
* Places and feelings. Feelings and places. Empathy. The Deli b4 work - a little off today-- those guys are good. Honestly they are extermely efficient about egg sandwiches. things a little off today. Nobody was cool - not the patrons I mean. Usually everyone's cool 'cuz those egg sandwich guys are so good and I think they should get scholarships to MIT or something because I get all face-flushed and shit sometimes when I'm trying to do 10 things at once and people want their orders yesterday. Today my guy -- the one with the toaster and the spreads and the ultimate wrap-up - not the egg-guy (he's awesome too though) didn't hand dude his english muffin. He would have forgotten had the man not said "the english muffin." Then my guy looked frustrated with himself for a second. I wanted to tell him that he really didn't mess anything up and plus that guy was weird.
* something's fucked in my back
* I want to find a wonderful one bedroom apartment in Astoria this weekend.
* They are moving me out of my office into a supply closet. So, I'm going to work on my writing. Problematically, they're not letting me do nothing in a supply closet liek the old days. I'm still supposed to do something in the supply closet. But if it's just me and my office (closet) mate I can probably get cozy enough to work on my shit. I don't know. I also think I should go to Medical School and then no one can ever call me a slacker.

XOXOXOX
Alexis