What Kind of Day Has it Been
What I've done today
7:00am I woke up. This was my first bad decision, and set the tone for the rest of the day. It hasn't been a comedy of errors, or even failure on an epic scale, but I could have done with a couple more hours of sleep. Let the dogs out, saw the general state of the weather; muggy, rainy. Somewhere, this is a romantic combination. For those wanting to attend Pride today, not so much.
7:20-7:40am Shower. My first hot shower since the gas was turned back on. A brief spot of civility before the day began. This followed by dressing, etc. Was it a long shower? YES. I am paying for it, I will enjoy it. After two months without hot water, taking showers over at my brother's place with the inferior pressure, I did feel a small sense of entitlement, yes, thank you for asking.
8:05am Breakfast, consisting of Quaker Blueberries & Cream instant oat packets. It cooked poorly despite following the directions on the package, and all the little blueberry bits ended up at the bottom of the bowl. I began noticing a pattern through the haze.
8:15am Packed the crew into the wagon, headed downtown. Dropped off Nina, Andy, and Matt, Andy's squeeze, at 45°, on College and Mass. Ave.
8:30am Walked into work. Considered crying, decided it would be a waste of good saline.
9:00am Work opens. NOW's a good time for tears, but the mood has passed. For the time being, I just want to see if anyone wants to start something.
9:15am ...Damned quiet in here. TOO quiet. Then I remember: Pride. Streets are swarmed with 'filthy homersekshuls' and most of my darling patrons may have decided to give downtown a miss today. A brief, bitter-sweet sensation akin to elation briefly touches my soul, like a flashlight beam swept across a moldy, darkened basement floor upon which one is searching for a long-lost childhood toy, long forgotten but now wished for with velleity. The room stays largely unpopulated until
9:30am Anney has been kind enough to bring me a hot chocolate. Though delicious, and nourishing in the particular way of cocoa, this doesn't help me stay awake. It does, however, numb the gnawing gaze of the void I have cultivated within myself, not unlike a self-inflicted tulpaic Dementor. The day drags until
12:07pm Anney has returned from an item-finding mission, and I am off to lunch. Having decided earlier to treat myself, I put in a call to Captain Hook's for a large order of gizzards. Upon consumption, I am content with my decision to treat myself, this contrasting with disappointment with myself for being satisfied with such coarse things. Gizzards bog ya down, man, is all I'm sayin'. They're yummy, but I won't be at all surprised if I have the pimp skitters tonight. Having consumed such dark materials, I decided to go all out on it, and rode over to Rally's for a Spicy Chicken and Double Rallyburger with cheese. I EARN my punishment, dammit.
1:01pm I have to go back to the desk. I feel rumblings down below. I know my lunch has done me no favors. Relief is in no hurry to arrive, though, so I'll just have to sit it out. Hope I make it until Anney comes back from lunch.
2:45pm Now I have decided to take matters into my own hands. A large mocha frappe from the café upstairs should have enough caffeine to make things proceed in an orderly fashion.
3:30pm Or not. Perhaps I shall write a blog about my tribulations...
4:18pm Less than one hour to go until I'm finished here. I will not be doing much of anything this evening, I suspect. I am largely unwilling to spend money, I have little interest in venial pursuits (following a grease binge, anyway), and my friends are all either working, distant, or otherwise occupied. Benjamin should be off work around 1am. Perhaps I will stay up and go to his place to watch the new Lewis Black special, and after that, the Patton Oswalt DVD. That would be nice.