Monday's Uppercase was incredible.

30hours of work in two days took a lot out of me, but I still woke up in time to make the uppercase. I really enjoyed playing photographer.

I am at work and it is my lunch break right now. I am stuck between feeling tired and feeling restless. I don't understand this numb state that I am in at the moment. I know that I long for company. I know that I am not searching for company but I still want it. But this is just a short confused period that I am going through. The cure just may be a Yankee game. It has been way too long since I have gone to a game, and I am totally looking forward to it. My energy is low today but I am sure that I can summon some caffeine by 7:30. I usually find energy where no one would think to look.

Last week, as you already know, I saw three movies on my own. The time alone was refreshing and morbid at the same time but now I want to see Shrek 2 or some other movie with company. Friends or a date, either way I want to share a flick. I haven't gone to the indie theater in a while, but as experience has taught me, I have better results when I go to that theater by myself.

In the summer of 2000 I took a nice girl on a day date to the Upper West Side. We ate at Uno's pizzeria, which is my favorite chain restaurant, and saw a movie. It was funny because she had to use her I'd to get me a drink back then. All right so everything is going great, and I suggested that I wanted to see Hamlet 2000, with Ethan Hawke, Bill Murray, Julia Styles, and Colin Quinn. I thought that she would love it. Half way through the movie she was begging me to go. Okay not everyone can enjoy a Shakespeare tragedy, and maybe that was not the best Hamlet, but I enjoyed it and I stayed till the end. Ethan Hawke was no Mel Gibson, but then again who is.

After that experience, I would always see indie flixs on my own. The theater on Broadway, by Lincoln Center is my favorite for Indies. All they show are indies. Please do not confuse that theater with the Loews Lincoln Square which is on Broadway and 67th, because that is also one of my favorites. Anyway, a ruined date is just another lesson learned. It turned out that the girl was pregnant when we went out and she was just taking a short break from her baby daddy. I've had a lot of those. Seems that when a girl wants to take a break from a guy that treats them like shit, they play with a nice guy like me, to feel like "queens for a day" (very inside), but then long for their original masochistic ways. Oh well. I once told someone that nice guys, with huge generous hearts really aren't appreciated until women hit their 30's and realize they don't like abuse as much as they thought they did. Of course not all girls are like this, just the ones that "we the nice guys" go for. Isn't it ironic?

Oh well...

Enough...