2001-02-10 - 23:46:59

Everybody, I've been slacking so bad that mere apologies don't suffice. I am glad that Good Joe of joegood.diaryland.com has been more fastidious with the fastest fingers challenge (yes I have been keeping up with that Who...Millionaire? twaddle). His diary is what my chatbox browser is pointed at at 9am when I drop my sack of bones into my ergonomic chaise, and the last page I check when that whistle blows (and it hasn't been blowing until 6:30, 7:00 EST of late).

Anyway, today I'm over in Astoria on Neil's big ole Macintosh. What's on the stereo? Stereolab. If I turned on the radio, maybe I'd hear Radiohead. We're thinking of cooking some dinner soon, which is much needed par moi. It's Saturday, but somehow I managed to sneak into the office for a couple hours today, preparing for the fact that I have mad deadlines early next week and I'll be in Jaxonville, Florida, tomorrow and Monday checking out robot cameras.

Life just got busy, huh? Sure did. I'm not even reading a novel right now, which has thrown my planets out of whack. I'm checking out the random Spanish short story (in English, of course) and reading the occasional New Yorker long-former. T. Congressman Boyle (or whatever his middle name is) has a really boring short story in this week's issue, in case you're interested.

So Ted's in the D this weekend, but for some reason we decided to hit Enid's in Greenpoint anyway. Last night I ate an excellent French vegetarian dinner at Anne's and stayed there hanging out with her and her Russian ex-pat coworker Gary until about 1am, then decided to meet up with Neil and co. down in Little Warsaw. Trains, slow, etc., finally ran into them in a convenience store on Manhattan Ave. at about 2:30am. This was after running into an ex-coworker on the G train, someone I've run into outside of work before. Crazy, huh?

Speed drinking, yall, when you start things so wee in the hours. (I'm not counting the wine with dinner that was at that moment saturating the cheese souffle in my tum-tum). But it was fun. Shooting tequila and drinking beers left on the table by un-frugal former occupants. Does that make me more cheap or nasty? You decide.