Making up for lost time

Wednesday:

Stayed in my room, naked, until I finished a freelance piece. Went out drinking, passed out in New Jersey...

Thursday:

...woke up with a hangover at 5 am. Whimpered like a child. Drank water and feverishly crept off to the bathroom every thirty minutes to vent my feisty bowels.

At 8:30 am, "woke up" and had Advil at said house in New Jersey, went out for donuts, watched Slapshot the Movie. Took a train into New York. By the time I arrived, I was so delirious on sugar, I was trembling. Got to my apartment, lost focus, went out and nearly passed out, had a sandwich, returned and did expense reports. Went out to join former workers, drank some more, and they celebrated and gave me a going-away poster. It was thoughtful, and I was surprised. Someone else gave me a jacket and pants with many, many pockets. I took a cab home with folks.

Friday:

Am writing this post. In bed.

In Spam, I found these important messages:

ajar message from Jared Davies
arbitrate message from Margery Carlisle
samarium message from Augusta Jackson
tunic message from Ines Ware
puke message from Jamie Rios
sear message from Alvin Stratton
ordinate message from Rocky Talley
wrinkle message from Martha Hansen
tumbrel message from Kayla Erwin
dogmatic message from Kelly Oleary
koenig message from Nick Hyatt
heiress message from Young Mercado
blackwell message from Lonnie Armstrong
contiguous message from Isidro Kendall
peed message from Alisha Jenkins
flour message from Brenton Lujan

Today, I...

• Ate a great burger at Peter Luger's in Brooklyn, possibly the best $7.95 burger in NYC.
• Saw a woman playing a Casio keyboard on the subway, begging for change.
• Had tea in a bookstore and checked my email via Blackberry.
• Walked through dirty snow-puddles with waterproof shoes.
• Filed for unemployment.
• Saw Ed Asner walking out of Peter Luger's, turn a corner, and disappear.
• More on the above: when I asked the waiter about Ed Asner, he said..."Oh...that's...the doorman."
• I saw the doorman, later on, and it wasn't Ed Asner.
• When I saw Ed Asner disappear around the corner, there was no place that he could have hidden.
• Ed Asner was wearing a beige cardigan.
• He looked frail.
• I believe he boarded a small minivan on the corner, but I can't be positive.

The New World

I'm sitting in my room, as snow falls outside. I used to work at Maxim, now I'm eating Froot Loops.
It's been a long time since this blog was updated, O humble readers. Or reader. Is there only one reader? Or are there none? In the event that there are none, I speak to myself. And I bring you, as of today, a report on the fringe life I am leading. An outsider, a rogue.

I shall put on my hat and jacket soon, and go forth into the blizzard.