Legs might be sore from the walk yesterday. That’s funny. Never used to happen but then I never used to carry such a criminally heavy bag. I gave up on a Jack Spade bag after 7 or 8 years of honorable service. Now I’m using an old laptop computer bag meant for the old 18″ beast I still have but which no longer wants to turn on. The bag is bottomless. It holds winter gear, umbrellaæ, panic and blood pressure pills, condoms and a change of socks/underwear, this Logitech keyboard on which I type these glorious missives. a bunch of pens, pads of paper, receipts stuffed away, a couple of “new guilt” reusable shopping bags, and a whole bunch of napkins.
All that is missing, and I don’t know why I keep forgetting to get it, is a small bottle of vodka, for when I end up with someone who has no booze at her place. That happened a few years ago and I was not happy about it.
All that weight of stuff in the bag has to have contributed to these slightly sore legs.
I had a moment of anger this morning, as I attempted to make my way to the subway a few minutes earlier than usual. I wanted to get a sandwich at a shop because I had no bread with which to make my own last night. The anger arose when I realized I had left my cell phone behind. It was angrifying not just because I lost those few extra minutes I thought I’d gained but because I hate that it’s come to a point where a day without a cell phone would be a pretty uncomfortable and even difficult experience. It’s just what my world has come to.
I tried to go to a bar last night but it looked quite crowded with some kind of Christmas/seasonal event going on. Humbug, I said.
I got a haircut and it’s not awful but I still feel like I got the new guy. He just seemed new at this, and reminded me of the last time I went to another barber shop on Broadway in Astoria. I walked in and they said “Guess what? You get the new guy!” I should have said no way but I let it go. Can you imagine going into surgery and the doctor’s say “You get the new guy!” That was the worst haircut ever, and I’m far from any kind of particular about how my hair looks. This one from yesterday seems fine. He trimmed my eyebrows, too, which might be a first. Did they really need to be trimmed? Do I look like one of those guys with conspicuously protruding eyebrows? It made me think I should have have asked him to go for my nosehairs.
I gotta go. Back to work. Yes. I like to work.
