come armageddon, come...

i absolutely loathe sundays. i have for as long as i can remember. i don't even consider sunday to be part of the weekend. to me, the word "weekend" is all about fun, relaxation and a mind free from anxiety. i've always felt weekends are really only one day long.

each sunday around 6pm the anxiety starts building and i begin sinking into a depression. one that lasts until about noon the next day.

it's notably worse this particular sunday as i've just returned from sunny naples, florida to the cold grey skies of nyc. thankfully every day is not like sunday.

rain, rain, and then more rain...

lucky i'm working all day cuz it's been raining all day here. when it rains in florida it's as if a hurricane is hitting. and then, typically, 10 minutes later it stops. but today, after the deluge at 9am, it rained continuously until right about now.

the rain didn't stop the pool cleaner though, and i watched him do his thing from my makeshift office at the kitchen table.

i was going to go for a run, but now it looks like i'll just kick back with a corona (light).

black bones are the original bones...

interesting story about the origin of man... we all knew (didn't we?) that man originated from Africa but i think it's very cool that they can determine a more precise point of origin...

what's more interesting, though, is the photo they selected for the story. what in the world is this guy smoking?!

the title of this post references, of course, lyrics from this gem by the Stone Roses.

So why no stack for black on a radio station in this, the city?
Been going on so long, level on the line, I'm a leaf on the vine of time
Black bones are the original bones
And so this the whole wide world should know, y'all
I came to sing this song in your city...

don't eat the grouper...

we went to a fish shack last night called Randy's Fish Market. the first thing listed the menu was grouper. the florida gulf is known for grouper. so imagine my surprise when i read an addendum to the menu advising patrons to not eat the grouper. what's more, the waiter also suggested we try some of the other fish on the menu. apparently grouper has been over-fished in the gulf for far too many years and there's a scarcity now. so why on earth does the restaurant still accept it daily from local fisherman and still serve it!?!

anyway, i went with the triple tail instead. it was just ok. i guess that species should be happy it's not as delicious as grouper.

poolside...

woke up at 9am. made coffee. drank coffee by pool. went for four mile run. waved back at smiling neighborhood folk (yes, they wave and smile at you here, unlike cold and vulgar nyc). back to house, exhausted (as i'm out of shape). showered. took short nap while watching b'ball game. back outside to pool to eat lunch.

nary a smell of urine or garbage anywhere.

fake vacation is off to a great start. beach tomorrow!

slave to routine...

exit apartment and feel chill of 30 degree weather: check
walk to subway through litter strewn brooklyn streets: check
squeeze into subway and get pushed by horrid, unapologetic passengers: check
arrive at office and prepare to deal with inept clients for 10 straight hours: check

oh well, i can at least look forward to the flight to naples tonight!!!!

Water can be found in you...

We have a water cooler in our little office and i often drink 500 little cups a day (in addition to my standard six cups o' coffee per day). The repercussions? Well, today I went to the bathroom so many times that my co-workers asked where the F I kept going. I pointed to the water cooler and the noticeable dent I had made in it today.

Reminds me of this gem from the unknown Swedish band Eggstone (listen to the incredibly ludicrous lyrics)...