Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Where There Is Smoke

Yesterday wake up to smell of burning rubber. First thought is brain cancer. After leap ingout of bed and peering out window, seeing huge column of black smoke rising to the northwest think apcolyptically, It Must be The UN. Find out that fire is, instead a warehouse fire in Greenpoint, own former neighborhood. Take fire personally. Spend morning feeling nervous. The Contessa very quiet, but sighs frequently. Think that perhaps what we need is more coffee, which I go get. This an ill advised choice, coffee naturally makes nerves worse and by middle of aftenoon have killed self and most of rest of island off, and have composed news reports about Tragedy. Day on the whole mentally exhausting and sleep very well last night except for dream about Nurse shoving very large needle into arm after she give me the warning that if You stand up to quickly afterward you will die. After dream (perhaps arm went to sleep?), wake up, drink water and fall back to dreamless sleep. Wake up refreshed. Work on revisions and feel definately virtuous. Am propelled by feeling into blissfully hot shower. Hair cooperative for once, also pants and shirt feel becoming. Also hit on idea to wear overcoat unsuitable for any other time of the year but now. Decide to take quick peek in mirror. Hair bushy, coat four sizes too large--has apparently grown since last worn--skin rough and in all healthiness which trip to Mexico lent it. Leave apartment in dejected mood. Feel that all could be solved with the purchasing of a few items. Make up list in head: two pairs of pants, weeks worth of underwear, two new polo shirts and three long sleeved. Also light coat to be worn in summer if need to look unslovenly. List depressing--would run me into the thousands, which don't have. On train see and have jealous thoughts about cream canvas blazer with thin blue stripes worn by four year old and wonder if it would be creepy to ask mother where she found the coat and if they had larger sizes. Further consideration of coat maes me realize that coat cute because it is small, if any large would make look like in barber shop quartet--not what I want. Decide that problem is with hair. Brace self for battle with Dave.

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