I am tired. My flight left L.A.
at 10:00 pm, and landed at JFK
local time. That makes it 3:00 a.m.
on my body clock.
I got a cab home, only to find myself locked out. Damn
the wimmin I live with. If both locks are are taken
care of, there is no need to use the bolt
since there is no key for it.
This is my pet peeve.
I don't like feeling accountable for my comings
and goings, we are all adults and cohabitation
should not include any sort of monitoring or
responsibility for each other.
I had to wake Dina up so she could let me in, and
believe me it is not fun to stand outside in 15 degree
weather in a grey hooded sweatshirt knocking on your
friends window so she will wake up and let you into
your own house.
Shower, change, subway, work. Notice there
is no mention of sleep. I am one of those people
who need to shut down every night, and I am not
functioning properly right now. That is, I am sitting
at my desk, upright, but my thought process is
none too logical, and scrap any notion of productivity
New York is a frigid awakening at 27 faranheit, after a week of 60+ balminess. I'll be okay. It's good to be home.