2002-03-28 - 5:01 p.m.

"I wanna thank you, Lord, for..."

Ahhh grade school music class. I wonder what the hell they sang in public schools? Probably those pyschedelic songs like the one that started "Shoe flies / over the hill I gotta run, run, run / so I won't slip / When the man says 'dig my foot'/ shoe fly." God was that trippy. Anyway.

I'm buzzing on a thankful vibe because:

Nami bought my bank-card-losing ass dinner last night at Aunt Suzi's, this great family Italian place on Fifth Ave.

It's one of those great sunny days that are much more common on the eastern seaboard than they are in the Midwest.

I'm done with my section, which marks the official ending of deadline season every month.

I have the type of job that lets me stick around the house until 9am so that I can visit the teller at my bank and get cash while I wait 10 business days before I'm issued a new bank card.

Lisa cooked up some hot happy hour plans to honor the visiting Carmencita.

Bagels with cream cheese from the mobile carts are only 75 cents in Brooklyn. (But if you want the excessive patty of cream cheese, you'll have to pay the oh-so-worth-it quarter extra and pick one up in the City.)

I didn't get laid off today, unlike 45 other people in my company. (Our salary freeze went in effect so they wouldn't have to lay anyone off. So...Does that mean I get my raise now?)

Workdays that last from 10am to 5:12pm. Bye!

"Thank you, thank you, Lord!"