mmm, more pleather goodness...

well, it would seem to me, the moron layman i am, that auntie anne has burned a pretzel (does anything made with lard and deep fried in lard catch fire or just smolder, do you suppose?) and penn was evacuated and cleared out and then, when re-opened, the passage ways were sporadically closed leaving a couple thousand people in the same waiting areas accompanied by transplanted mid-westerners in army fatigues carrying machine guns with dogs. no, uncle george, i do NOT feel safer with some acne-encrusted barely post-pubescent midwestern-transplanted teenager with a gun in my city. kindly get them the hell out and replace them with real wo/men who know that the hell to do when auntie anne's has a smoke alert and who won't evacuate penn station out of fear or obligation to some code of behavior that some other transplanted moron from the midwest wrote who thought should work in time of emergency.

geez. but i digress, here i sit in pleather goodness.

lovely week at work. the monday thing was right nice, and tuesday, wednesday, and today were thumb-up-my-ass fests. it's the problem with being both hyper-efficient and hyper-unmotivated: things get done and then nothing gets done. well, nothing meaning searching ebay for that pair of shoes and the belt i want, um, at least twenty times, and checking my email incessantly. (my economical friend: my apologies. my turn to write, or yours? geez. sorry, hon.) thankfully, my friend who works for the mayor, directly or indirectly, kept me going all day yesterday and today about friends (and non-friends...) we have in common from back in the day. and my friend who takes dogsleds to work always makes me laugh when we correspond, which, thankfully, is very, very often. few people make me laugh like her, for knowing the freaks i encounter daily and with whom i work can she relate. and to my friend with the two last names that rhyme, you're so kup en krank. mir schlungen kup in vant, indeed.

so, having a ton of use-or-lose vacation days (the joy of corporate america), i am taking tomorrow to make peace with the piping plovers and terns and maybe, just maybe, my clamfriends. yes, all three of us have had our problems, but it's nothing we cannot work out before the spf gets replaced with the carhartt.

today is homer's birthday, the most important reason to take off: happy birthday homer! your fortieth anniversary of turning twenty-one... tomorrow, you and i will chill for a bit and catch up. maybe pump you for a bit of advice: you're really good at that. always have been, and i miss it dearly and daily.