My Brush with... Flamer

I love New York City. I love the fact that I can be just hanging out at a Starbucks and see someone with a measure of fame just hanging out talking on his cell phone. I just saw the actor Chad Allen wander through the Starbucks. I be (unjustly) flattering myself by saying he was checking me out, but we did have eye contact and shared a grin & a nod, so I can dream.

I've got a sore back today -- that mattress of mine is killing me -- and I don't sleep much last night. I left my bedroom door open so that Truckstop wouldn't cry at my roommates' closed doors all night. Unfortunately, that left me open to playful attacks all night long, and they were legion.

Consequently, I'm not as well rested as I could have been.

So this is one of those Starbucks that makes you get your sugar out of those godforsaken packets, as opposed to a real, live sugar dispenser -- which makes me all sorts of resentful. I hate sugar packets -- and truth be told I go out of my way to make a mess of the condiments area when they're my only choice for sugar. I'm spiteful this way.

Right now I'm killing time while waiting to meet up with Kenny & his co-worker Jen. We're going to see a band they love called Over the Rhine. Kenny raves about them, so I decided to get a ticket to their show based on his recommendation. It comes a little dearly 'cuz I've got, like, $50 to last me 'til next Wednesday, and the ticket was $20. As we've discussed before, I have no sense when it comes to money, my dear friends.

There's a table of girls right next to me who're yakking away on the topic of online diaries. One is completely at a loss: "Why would anyone want to read someone's diary like that?!?!"

I was sorely tempted to lean over and say, "I've been wondering that for years."