Head hurts. Bills are late. Don't care. UPS has said repeatedly that I would be receiving a call from an account representative regarding that monitor they delivered here and then smashed to the ground, but no call has come, and any time I call them to see why no one's called that day they get all huffy, and just tell me to wait until someone calls, "today's not over yet," just keep waiting, and if no one calls today, call back tomorrow, so then no one calls and I call back the next day and get yelled at again. They never ask my name, I ask for a manager and they say there is none, they never seem to hear me say that I've been waiting for a call from them for exactly a week now, and today I was just yelling at this guy, who did nothing more than tell me he'd leave a message marked "urgent" for my Account Executive, who has no direct phone number and who also seems to have no name. I wonder if it's just me that brings out these insane customer service experiences from companies, or if I should just continue to expect it.
So they just discovered an extremely rare sculpture by Michelangelo at a townhouse over on 5th Avenue. Very interesting news. I find such discoveries to be thrilling, they give energy to my nights spent rummaging through closets and attics and drawers hoping to find something.
Been working like crazy lately, and hardly sleeping. Fortunately, the flu business seems to have passed, and I am back to my usual disconsolate self, sitting here gaping into CU-SeeMe and planning my next great vacation. I find that I have a lot more energy if I sleep less. Maybe it's just adrenaline.
And somehow, a large amount of my e-mail has vanished. Most of it from within the last few weeks, some of it I don't think I ever read. I know that some people with whom I correspond were probably expecting some kind of response from me on some vital matters, but I have no idea what they could have been just now.
I need a new shower-curtain. It's after 8:00, and I would really like to go out right now and get one.
9:18 pm
Got the damn shower curtain. Lost the receipt, and for this I apologize to all those who've been keeping up with my receipts. Got a good deal on the shower curtain.
Walking home, 650-9503 was ringing, so I answered it. 650-9503 is the payphone at 79th and 1st, southwest corner. No matter how often I answer ringing payphones, I still find no words to describe the broken energy that cracks the brief conversation.
I said "Hello." The guy said "Someone there called me?" I said "Ain't nobody here, pal." He mutters something in another language. "This here's a payphone," I said. "Man, get over it." So the guy hangs up, and it's hard to imagine that he and I could possibly ever have another conversation for as long as we both live.
Come to think of it, talking to UPS this week feels just like talking to whoever on earth happens to mis-dial a payphone number as I happen to pass it.
Had this dream about being in Milwaukee. I've actually been there once, on a highly uncomfortable visit by car, but don't remember enough of it that I could dream about it with any authority. That's a funny way of looking at it. hmmm... How much do you have to know about something before being able to dream about it with any "authority"?
Anyway, in the dream I was living in a high-crime section of Milwaukee, and I got lost in a gigantic movie theater which was near my house. When I finally found my way out of the theater I was worried that I'd be disoriented and unable to remember which direction to go to get back home. The dream ended with me knowing that I had found the right way home.
Soooooo, kind of a boring thing I'm writing here. I hate to be boring. Boring is worse than being hated or reviled, because boring does not prompt any thought whatsoever. Hatred, though, sometimes leads to respect. Sometimes it doesn't.
