Today’s soundtrack: I race for my connection
Today at 5:02pm: On line at CVS buying band-aids.


I’m such a sucker. I hate getting manipulated but it happens to me from time to time. My problem is my stomach; people providing me with food are in excellent positions to take advantage.

Long story short, there’s a “friend” of mine I used to be quite close with, who now only comes around when she needs something. So once again I got tricked into doing something. And what did I get out of it? A cannoli and some fucking sfogliatelle*. I coulda bought that stuff myself.

(*Sfogliatelle is an Italian puff pastry filled with ricotta/semolina/lemon. If you watch The Sopranos it’s that thing they call Sh’voya’dell. If my journal’s not going to be interesting, I’ll at least make it educational.)

Today was breakup weather, cold and rainy. It rained cats and dogs. I didn’t mind ‘cause it finally felt like autumn. Walking through silver-grey midtown in pouring rain, you can’t help but feel your resolve harden. I think cold rain drives humans to industriousness, which is probably why England and Germany militarized relatively early.

I love the beginning of autumn, that first whiff of cold. I dunno if you cats who grew up on the West Coast can appreciate this.

To me the beginning of autumn feels like a time to get your shit together. Autumn means putting your summer dreams back on the shelf and getting down to brass tacks. It means hard work, unpleasant hours and regretting not bringing a jacket. It makes hot coffee taste good and a warm café feel better.

When the leaves change, I am going to get in the car with a stack of freshly burnt discs and drive. I’ll press hard on the accelerator and get out of the city, somewhere I can see the colors. Probably I will go by myself so I can crank the music and think. If the leaves look good I’ll take pictures and put them up in my little online journal. It will give me a small sense of accomplishment.

I just finished all the sfogliatelle. Fuck!