Monday, October 05, 2015

Tyranny of Children

Dr. Ruth T. Hai is a completely unreliable psycho cunt. DO NOT TRUST HER. If you can avoid her, at all costs avoid her. If you stumble upon her on Tinder or at a bar, avoid her because she is an aggressive slut who is probably riven with diseases. I pity her child. This is my public service announcement upfront.

Most of my friends have children at this point, which means I've lost most of my friends. I have to say, children can bring out something awful in some people. A heightened sense of entitlement. "We have children so it doesn't matter what you want or need because what WE want and need takes precedence." If you don't have children, you can't understand. You wouldn't understand. Because people without children don't possess the level of preternatural empathy that you're automatically graced with upon the birth of your first child. Children become these automatic, universal trump cards. At least when they're intermingling with the single and childless.

And it's a war that can't be won so sometimes you need to walk away.

Saturday, October 03, 2015

October Illusions

Feeling better -- but not.

Had so many tests taken at the gastroenterologist on Wednesday. Had a camera prodded into my stomach -- through my nose. Nothing looked out of sorts. No word on results of any other tests yet.

Still running to the lavatory far too often, but I can also be serene for hours. Not being able to predict which hours those are going to be is the larger grievance. It's been a week since I've had a drop of booze, which is the longest I've been without booze all summer long... what a fucking fucked up summer...

Colonoscopy scheduled for October 14th! I'll probably lose my health insurance in about two months, so I need to get this all fixed before then...!

My nightmare gig is circling the drain. Or at least we're close to the end of the shooting, though this coming week should be a doozy. After this nightmare ends... not sure about any new nightmares... I need a break...

Trying to finish a script this weekend... more soon...

Monday, September 28, 2015

Autumn of Destruction

It is Autumn in New York and I am dying. Massive intestinal pains since Friday. Didn't even consume anything particularly adventurous. Really hoped I'd be over it by Monday but I had to suffer Monday's workload with the new discomfort.

But one of the few perks of this gig is that I've gotten to keep my Time Warner health benefits for a few months longer, yeah?

So I've got an appointment with a specialist that I drew out of a virtual hat. Wednesday late morning. Seems like a long way to go.

The ailment could always go away before the appointment arrives -- which is a possibility I'd be happy with. An excuse to exploit the insurance.

If the ailment is still going strong by the time appointment comes... well, I hope this guy can sort me out without a lot of back and forth. Hope it doesn't require something serious to repair. I'm hoping for a prescription and a pat on the back.

Today, I ate a banana and a bowl of white rice. My head hurts.

Friday, September 11, 2015

Financial District Tonight

Tuesday, September 01, 2015


I had so many peanut butter and jelly sandwiches growing up. I was, admittedly, a picky eater as a tyke and I remember having peanut butter and jelly sandwiches almost every day for lunch at school.

I hated school so much. I think I came to associate the sensation of eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with misery.

Which is weird. It's a classic sandwich. I've had them since and have been able to enjoy them. It's a pretty cheap sandwich, that's for sure.

But I can also remember being a kid in public school, sitting in a cafeteria that reeked of industrial cleaners and prison food, surrounded by prisoners unsure of what unfriendliness the day would yet bring. Slowly chewing my homemade peanut butter and jelly sandwich, washing it down with a box drink, and just hoping to get through the day ahead.

It's September. Have to get through this September.