it’s 2am i’m about to go to sleep again. I don’t know why but i have been almost comatose for 2 days and so has Cynthea and Tricia. i don’t feel sick just very very tired. I hope we don’t have mono. I hope there is not a slight gas leak in our apartment. and i hope Bonnie does not contract mono or die from a gas leak when she visits this weekend.

Im sitting at my job waiting for corrections. hopefully only corrections and not entire new segments like friday night after work. but its good. time-and-a-half. Friday should have been my last day, but since their screening was pushed back to today i am paid to be on call. good good.

this was to be my big friday night whoohoo: go to union square. look up the matesi and mcmullen high-focus drawing books at barnes & noble. meet sara at kitty-kind, eat at tacobell, drink chi, walk sara to her train. and if i was lucky i'd get to hold a kitty cat. there's no way i can have one.

none of that happen because i had overtime. which is, like i said, not a bad thing. but it sucks to rely on the train which after 9 comes once an hour. now i know what commuters from long island feel like or upstate for that matter.

grr but i really do become irritated by the "bridge and tunnel" people on fridays and saturdays. crowding on the train with their heavy perfumes and colognes and accents. yes i said accents. they're going to "the City" when i just want to go home. and i wouldn't hate them so much if they had anything interesting to overhear.

mostly i've been reading a book called music for torching. but i forgot it last friday night when i was running (literally) for the 9:03 i even stopped and thought about going back for it. yeah me going back for a book. but i was on the last chapter.

i didn't go back- i wasn't about to miss my train and i was going to get a seat. so saturday i didn't have a book to take down to the laundromat. i asked cynthea for something small. she gave me two books: a cricket in time square and quiet days in clichy. if someone had looked in my bag they'd think i was a pedophile.

I started cricket first, i didn't far. then i went onto the henry miller one. it's kind of funny so far. right now the main character (which i think is supposed to be miller) is really pissed because he just gave all his money to a whore and can't find a thing to eat. dumbass.

yeah so i need to finish the am homes one before- oh shit today is the 7th. i need to look this up- she should have a reading today. Tricia had this idea that we both take the book someone threw out in a cardboard box. (thats where Music for torching came from) and ask her to sign it both of us. so ghetto :)

wow, i just worked 15 hours straight no lunch creak, no dinner. they did buy me lunch, thats good. today was my deadline and i think i have a few panels left but i had to make the 12:06 or i would have to wait another hour for a train. and somehow i came home and turned on my computer. this is not natural.
i hate sitting for long periods of time. i hate standing for long periods of time. i like lying down for long periods of time. yeah. i wonder if staring at a luminescent screen all day is really equivalent ot staring at fire. i should try that maybe. maybe not. the only fire i have are candlse and the gas burners on the stove.
ph god the other day i woke up, opened my door and smelled gas. i intimately ran to the kitchen and lifted up the stove top but the pilot lights were burning and so was the on under the oven. then i looked and the knob was slightly turned. not on but on enough.
ok sleep.