Her: We have leftovers. Do you want some?
Me: Yeah. I sorta do.
Spent the weekend trying to clean out my cellar and not be sick. Fail on both counts.
Lived in my same apartment for over a decade. Put it this way, 10+ of the women I dated last year were 11 years old when I moved in.
Found long forgotten things: postcards, letters, tapes, cds, class notes. Goes on. Another entry, I suppose.
Managed to cut out one night to meet up with my brother, WM and Paul at a bar downtown where I ran into Sckim. Stumbled over to Heartgirl’s later on that night. Then back to cleaning the cellar.
Next nights, saw them all again for dinner at John’s Pizza. Best pizza in the city that you can get a in former cathedral off Times Square. Best. Then back to cleaning the cellar.
Next night, duck out to stop by Paul’s. Although I had a full dinner, they had Thai leftovers that smelled great, so I inhaled those too. Afterward, went to Solas, my regular hangout. Then back to cleaning the cellar.
Didn’t have time to see my mom for mother’s day but did see my brother before he left. We walked past a street fair with Paul to St. Marks for some 2 Brothers Pizza, which is the best tasty pizza in the city for $1 a slice. Because it’s so cheap, the stuff is amazingly fresh. Five minutes after a pie is out, it’s sliced up and consumed.
75% of the meals my bro eats when he visits is pizza cause the pizza in Cali’s not the same.
He’s probably landing in LA right about now. Me? Just spilled some rum all over my desk. Suppose I should clean that up.
Then back to cleaning the cellar.
Location: 17:00, meeting my attorney
Mood: still #$!$#! sick
Music: breathe some life into me