Strange Day
I had a strange day yesterday. I'm student-teaching and in order to allay the extraordinary anxiety caused by last-minute planning and my generally very nervous constitution I popped two Klonipans, gifts of a friend, that I'd been saving for a special occasion. The planning went much smoother, and my mood became very serene. Where normally I'd be thinking things like, "Why is that guy looking at me? . . . Why won't this asshole move goddamit, I'm in a hurry! . . . Am I having trouble breathing? . . . Am I hyperventilating? . . . Is everyone looking at me?" I just absorbed what was around me in a very detached way, and had thoughts like, "Everyday people, man, so beautiful . . . Man, I love New York . . . I feel damn good!" Then when I got home I saw a friend on Myspace had posted an invite to a comedy show with Mike Showalter taking place two hours later, and I impulsively hopped right back on the subway and went back to the same neighborhood I'd come from (Hell's Kitchen) to watch the show. It was pretty horrible except for Mike Showalter and this couple (Dave and Meredith, don't remember the last names) who showed a funny reality show parody. I ran into my friend Ely there, who I hadn't seen in a couple years, and we had a good chat.