Today’s soundtrack: got me in between
Today at 8:02pm: I can’t remember a goddamned thing


The past dozen days has been a blur of arduous work, shockingly good sex, hasty meals, bleary-eyed subway rides and everything in between. Punctuated by long moments of laying still with Businessgirl. She’s so smiley in the mornings, you should see her.

(I don’t mean that literally, brother. If you popped up in my bedroom in the morning I’d beat you like a circus monkey. The cops would find you lying in a puddle of blood and coffee.)

The worst part was being stuck in an office staring at a G4 at two in the morning while Businessgirl sleeps alone in my bed. I raced home each night. My bed is normally freezing--my apartment is more frigid than Glenn Close--but this time it’s all warm.

Should I wake her up, interrupt her dreams of spreadsheets and databases? I put on soft music recorded in the 1940s and close my eyes. Sixty years and two hours too late. Then her eyes open.

I’m broke, but not the kind of broke our parents were when they first got here. I’ve got nothing in the bank but there’s a motor vehicle registered in my name. I don’t buy clothes often but I pretty much eat whenever I want, if not whatever I want.

Unfortunately I’m only 20% out of the hole on the car and looking at another four Christmases in debt. My car is small. $15,400 doesn’t get you a lot but as long as I can put you behind me in traffic I’m happy, and I can. You’ll never get to see what the front of my econobox looks like.

Today I was on the phone with The Germans and had some good news. I clocked sixty hours and pulled down _____ grand and they’re paying right away, meaning I can remove a chunk of the debt that floats north of my head. I’m still paying for my trip to China last year, among other things. I can put up with demanding deadlines and meticulous Teutonic instructions for ready cash.

Not sure why I didn’t see this earlier, but today at The Corporation I noticed Boss A and Boss B don’t like each other.

I enjoy this, because I am a bad person. Would really relish observing the two of them stuck in a survivor situation where they must battle each other for supremacy and fresh water.

Yesterday I was so psyched about the snowstorm. New York blizzards are best enjoyed from behind glass, preferably on the inside of a café. I was trapped at The Corporation but every time I passed one of those offices with windows I was treated to a view of swirling snowflakes. I felt like I was inside one of those snow globes. I pictured a small child shaking it furiously.

On the slickened sidewalk I was taking my coffee break, blinking through the snow and I saw a couple people almost fall. They stumbled and righted their bodies while I caffeinated myself. They kept walking and I stood still.

This morning Businessgirl left my apartment, but I knew she wouldn’t be back in the evening; she’s off for Boston with a packed bag. Gone for a while, I won’t see her ‘til Wednesday. Tonight I’ll be sixty years too late and five days too early.