6-9-08 Kill, Chat, Kill

After work, while I'm playing video games, Stephanie stops by to drop off some power tools I let her and the Nosedive boys borrow. She hasn't seen the place since she helped me move in, and she is appropriately impressed with the work I've put in to make it livable.

The cat seems to remember her, and in contrast to the caterwauling that Her Furry-ness has been subjecting me (and the entire apartment building) to this week, she settles down and purrs at us while we sit and chat about our mutual friends.

Eventually she heads out, and I go back to playing Jedi Academy, wasting time killing artificial enemies.

1-25-08 Gloves

A single glove perched atop what used to be a pay phone kiosk. Another stuffed into a cyclone fence along 41st Street. My ex-wife always used to lose her gloves (sometimes one, often both), and I would dutifully buy another pair whenever she did, but we would always mourn the single glove. I would imagine it wandering the world, and inexplicable pity would well in my breast.

12-29-07 - We Gotta Get Outta This Place

If you sleep until noon, you don't get to feel bad when it gets dark at 4:30. My cat, Honey, stayed at Steph's house while I was in Arizona, so today I went down to Brooklyn to pick up her up (Honey, that is, not Steph), and since Steph lives in roughly the same neighborhood as Katie, I rode to Flatbush and walked.

Amazing how a few days in car-culture will make you forget what it means to ride the subway everywhere you need to go: it took me an hour-and-a-half to get there, all of it torture. My resolve to move to Brooklyn was increased substantially.

12-11-07 - There is no good in tarot cards.

I've been freaking out all day about the turn that my life has taken since my separation from Stephanie. Things seem to be spiralling out of control, and no good seems to be coming my way, just more and more darkness and frustration.

I did tarot reading after tarot reading, and all I got was cards like the Ten of Swords (reversed), the Ace of Swords (reversed), Nine of Swords (reversed), The Chariot (reversed), The Lovers (reversed) - not that that means anything to most people, but just basically shit piled on shit, all in a shit sandwich.

I think (I hope!) I'm just scaring myself, though, and I probably just need to stop doing tarot readings before lunch.