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.