I managed to have a full day yesterday: little working out, little dinner with my father, little nap with the rats, then a little walk down to Transit. Transit is a biweekly club thang thrown by Matt Corwine, an old friend. We hadn’t seen each other for months and played the catch up game, including this little vignette:

Ariel: Yeah, so I’ve been unemployed for six months.
Matt: Are you going crazy?
Ariel: Yeah.

At least I’m going to San Francisco next weekend, thanks to my friends Danielle & Steve, who have taken pity on a poor broke bored fuck (yes that would be me, and yes, I’m feeling bitter and depressed today). It’ll be a good time, methinks, and I might even see some fellow bloggers.