Since Friday it has been raining really bad. I am about tired of this shit already. Truth is that I love the rain. I hate umbrellas. Other Peoples Umbrellas always manage to hit me right in the damn temple. I get pedestrian rage in those occasions.

I've been quiet for a while.

Friday I got out of work and I had some really intense family problems that I cannot mention here. Nothing happened to me, but someone I love. That messed me up for the day, and the rain was just the backdrop for the bad mood. It rained just for me. I later found out that the problem was not as intense as it was described to me originally but this was after 11pm. This thing that I thought happened put me into an instant depression and rage. So then family member says that they are coming to my house to spend time with me and discuss pressing issues. I waited for about five hours before someone ELSE told me that my family member decided to change their plans without telling me.
I waited at home, in bed doing nothing but waiting. I felt like complete shit when I found out that I was flaked on. Just forgotten. Oh well. One day home in bed doing nothing.

Saturday I couldn't get up. I got up only to go to the ATM to order food because I hadn't eaten the day before. I ate a sandwich for the entire day of Friday. Anyway besides that I stayed in bed drifting in and out of sleep all day. Not a good thing.
Saturday night I got up to go to work at the Bowery and got really really soaked doing so. When I got there drenched and cold as hell I was told that there was a mistake and I didn't work that night. So I was broke and I just traveled all the way from the Bronx to the Bowery at 9:30pm for no reason at all. I stayed and drank. I didn't do much socializing, save for a very interesting conversation with Tara Bettes. Besides that I was just drinking, resenting the fact that it was all I had to do instead of going back home and returning to the same routine.

I left pretty late and once again fell asleep on the train and got home about 1 hour and a half later than I should've.
Then I slept again until I had to go to work.

Work was uneventful. Just a one shift Sunday Doorman being bored out of his mind.
A friend called while I was at work, and thank god I was able to hang out with her for a while and catch up after work.

Monday was sleep until I had to get up to go to louderMONDAYS. I get to Bar 13 and things were interesting. I did everything I had to do and avoided human contact. That is a weird thing for me. I am so used to always be jumping around on Monday. Some days you just have to switch up. the people that came up to me and asked me if everything was okay, and gave me kisses and hugs even though I said that all was well when it wasn't. they all rock. Soon enough I regained spirits because of the people and the poetry. Emily Kagen and Tara bettes were amazing. And both for distinctly different reasons which is even more amazing. Nobody wants two features in one night that are exactly identical. It was a complete pleasure watching both women tear up the stage.

They lifted my spirits. Bar 13 again lifted my spirits.

Tuesday I woke up with an energy of a million men. I went to sleep the night before at about 3:something am. I tell you it was the feeling that Bar13 left on me. I was there.
Tuesday was a complete joy. I was so happy all day. I felt like a million bucks. I had to do some late work, and missed a great Cocktail party, but I still felt good working. Later that night I got home and played extreme makeover on my apartment. I did everything to it. I moved and cleaned and threw away and it is now furnished and looks like an apartment. I still need to do some stuff to finish but it is mostly done.
I even locked myself out of my apartment last night at about midnightish and had on shorts and flip flops in the cold cold night. I walked to the nearest train station which is a block away, picked up a few old metro cards from the floor and went back home. I opened the door and did not fret for one moment., I was completely calm and cool with it. After I laughed about the whole thing.

Only problem last night was that once again Insomnia took hold of me and I did not sleep till 4:30ish am. Today I feel sleeply and moody but not like those other days. Today I got super wet and soaked and people in my job are pissing me off, but it is all okay. I feel good and tomorrow Ima see Martin Espada at Acentos and things aint that bad.
Not too Shabby at all.

I love you all very much...