some sandman spirit came over me fierce last night! i was planning on going to the gym, but no-thing do-ing man. first off, i stopped by the grocery store at carrol street (st) & seventh avenue (7th ave). man, i am getting sick of that dump. compared to the grocery store on ninth street (9th st) between fifth & sixth (5th and 6th) it just is so so terrible. going to the nicer one is easy from home, but the other one is on my walk from the train back home, & that walk puts the better one out of my way. i have to double back! but, & i'm just talking about this to drive the point home to myself: i really, really should. the produce & meat are a gulf apart. i mean, woah crazy how rubbish the one on seventh ave (a key foods?) is compared to the one on ninth st (steve's c town?). anyhow, jenny made caesar raps, & it was all i could do to stay awake to eat them!
seriously, i was just a mess, & i don't know what. i had a weird bit of befuddlement the night before; i had fallen asleep & jenny had friskily woken me up...afterwards, i didn't sleep for a while, since my mordicai-machine had been tricked into thinking that i had a nap & that it was time for activities. maybe i was up longer than i thought? but i sort of staggered around in a daze, grinning stupidly at jenny & writing emails, drinking a couple of thimblefuls of wine, before finally letting myself get into the bed. & now here i am at work the next day. doctor's visits make me come in on my day off! but i have books to put into the system, so i will make myself useful.