Monthly Archives: May 2007
I sit here, about 9pm Eastern time, caring not so much about NY right now but thinking more about what to do in Boston. People talk about your eyes being bigger than your stomach; as a kid that was only … Continue reading
Another day of keeping things short; it was a one-trick-pony sort of day, and that’s okay. I got up later than expected, though the TV went off at 7 as it’s done since I’ve been here. As if it has … Continue reading
The day started slow, which was perhaps not a bad idea after Monday’s extensive and exhausting walk, and so I awoke late, showered, ate, drank water, and stuck around after Jyoti left to meet Zeke for an afternoon chat or … Continue reading
Just giving these diary entries sequential titles makes it all easier. Today didn’t seem easier. I brought clothes for “mild” weather and for dressing relatively “nicely,” but it’s been quite warm (mid-high 80s) and so black pants and a black … Continue reading
I don’t count Saturday as day one because I got here in the evening. That “story” is not very interesting and not that complicated, but the experience was, still, a bit trying.
Last night I got around to watching Clerks II, which I rented when I went with Jen and Jenny to 4-Star Thursday night. I had the hardest time finding something I wanted to get … spur of the moment. We … Continue reading
Let’s keep it short. I beat the bugs … so far. I went shopping but bought no bug spray. I took my chances … did I really need poisonous bug killing spray that I’d use at most once? Today? No … Continue reading
Last night I had a swarm of gnats — midges? — or rather swarms in my apartment, around the lights, and so I turned on lights farther (further … whichever) away from me to attract them … elsewhere.
My “brief” comments about Lost — despite a bit of a slow pace, which is to say, too much dallying on scenes with “meaningful looks” and such, the show still has it. In spades.
However, there is a shorter-than-expected diary here because I am f**king p***ed … my fault? I don’t know. I blame Firefox, I blame MySpace … I blame somebody else …