[hate mondays]

life would be near perfect if: a. kim were here, or b. i didn't have roommates and could just do my thing. they aren't here, but just knowing they could roll through the door any second sucks. i thought we were supposed to have cable but i guess not. no internet either in the apartment. my foot is dead from my new shoes. right foot perfect, left looks like that guy's arm (jordan catalano) in requiem for a dream. my wife is in nyc right now for work. feel bad cuz i feel like i haven't really been there for her the last few weeks. i know i've been busy, but still. i'm sure i could have done more to be there.

i realized how old i really am today because all over the place i see interns. some looking noticeably younger than me. and to think that these aren't high school kids i'm staring down at (and they weren't pages either). the fact i can notice the college crowd as being younger than me sucks. and its hard to actually pinpoint what has actually changed with me physically since high school. actually, i still can't tell how i will even look when i'm older (35+). i can tell what both r & t & a few other old folks in d-town though. i do know that what i look like now will generally be how i look like always. but i'm talkin mostly about distinct features. and i know i have an adult face now (i'm a big boy ma), but remember i think i have my high school face on, so its hard to picture me in my 40s with this same high school face (even though i know it's adult and has changed since high school). i'm sure i lost you somewhere toward the bottom of the last page, but go with me on this.