I started carrying around a notebook again because I am in observer/writer mode all of the sudden. The last time I felt like this was sometime in the winter of 2013, and that was when I bought the notebook on a trip from Boston to Brooklyn. In it I recorded some shit that went down on that trip, and some shit that happened that weekend. And then that was pretty much it for that notebook, save for some wine tasting notes and some cocktail recipes and a few scattered coffee shop musings.
Man that shit was pretty good! I was just writing shit that meant something to me, really. I don’t know if it would actually be good if I were to put it up here, I just think it calls to mind those times really well for me. Little scenes about waiting for the bus and shit, back when I worked at that restaurant where I eventually got fired because I didn’t appreciate what I had. I won’t make that mistake again unless I get Alzheimer’s. But that’s beside the point. I hope I’m able to capture the essence of this moment in time in that same notebook now, if not for others at least for myself.
I read today in the New York Times that writing about yourself and trying to figure it out has been scientifically proven to make you happier. Based on that I should be happy as a mother fucker.
It’s two in the morning and it has been a helluva day. GF is not here. She is still in NYC where I came from this morning. She’ll be there until Friday or so, meaning that somehow I’ve got to have enough self discipline to go to bed and then wake up. Changing states is a bitch. I never want to go to sleep and I never want to wake up.
I got back a little while ago, around 1:50 I guess, and threw on some ramen. There wasn’t much of anything in the house, being that we were away. I made it according to the directions and poured it into a bowl and the broth got all over everything. Fuck it. I put that shit back in the pot and boiled all the broth away. Now I’m letting it sit there until it gets cold. And then I’ll eat it. That’s how I do ramen.
I really just want to stay up and write and read and shit, but I guess I’d better go to sleep now since I have to be back at work at ten. This morning I caught a bus out of NYC around 8. I had to get up at 6:30 to leave Greenpoint in the rain. Then the bus was late and I had to take another bus to get home and put my uniform on before turning around and leaving the same way. Once I got to work, Coworker had nothing set up and we struggled through a super intense day and the waves of crusties never stopped. Until around 11.
Big money, but I’m going to pay for it tomorrow.