I guess I didn’t even mention in my last post that the air conditioner I ordered off of the internet was all messed up when I finally put it in my window. I sent it back to where it came from. I kind of don’t even want an air conditioner. Maybe I can survive another summer.

I tried to read this book called How to Cheat your Friends at Poker. But it was a total piece of junk.

Spent the week at work packing and dismantling the office. Putting stuff in boxes. Throwing stuff away. Running the drill and pushing a broom. Manual labor. Tiring but somehow felt good. The big move was on Friday. We stayed til midnight and did a lot of speculating as to what our lives will be like in the new office. Slept almost all day on Saturday and went to the Room for 2 beers late night, and then 2 more at Dove with Jessica and Co. We had to be in SoHo at 9am on Sunday to move the computers. We went for breakfast, then I wandered around until the hair cut place opened up. I got a real clean cut. Shortest hair I’ve had in some time.

I haven’t checked but it seems like it has been raining a lot. It’s raining as I type this. And it rained the night before. And the night before that.

I ate dinner at two restaurants last week. One Japanese, one Thai.

I have the whole week off of work. I am going to run some errands, do some shopping, go to the beach, draw, and go upstate for the 4th.

Film
Taxidermia. So bizarre.
Persepolis. Graphic novel movie. Iran.
Salt of the Earth. Old movie about Miner’s strike.
The Taste of Tea. Same director as Funky Forest I think. Weird, but liked.

Overheard

Houston and Chrystie: “I just got back from a family vacation. It’s a full moon and I’m PMSing.”
The Room on Sullivan: “Somebody tried to Ruffie my drink.”
Playground on Thompson: “I told you I’m magical. I make dreams come true!” (little kid)
Video shop in Park Slope: “Laurel and Hardey are out of date.” (guy proclaiming the glories of Little Rascals and how good they were to African-Americans because they didn’t use the N word)