this shit is bananas.

it's 6:25 pm on a friday night in new york city and i am sitting in my cubicle, watching the clock. have you seen "clockwatchers"? this is me, except i am not a temp. this is actually a CAREER.

tonight: margaritas in brooklyn with n., m., b., v., t., and others. tomorrow: brighton beach (if the weather holds up). sunday: free music in the park.

i have a patient to call and she's rarely there--but tonight, i know she will be and i will try not to hurry her off the phone because what's the point? i'm here until 7:00 anyways. perhaps i should attempt to lead her into a long, winding 30 minute conversation about her nutrition habits? she has been hinting at her marital problems; perhaps i should probe?

last night: dinosaur jr. i felt like i was 18 again. a.c. was standing there, his head bobbing up and down to "freak scene". there's something to be said for enduring friendships, i believe. ten years ago, i doubt either of us would have guessed we would have been at that show--in new york--together.

i am a nostalgia-addict.