Sunday, June 18, 2006postcards from the edge
i spent the bulk of my weekend at my parent's house in englewood. since they are both home for the summer, i feel it is my duty to squeeze as much quality time as possible with the both of them while they are in this country. usually, while i'm there, i like to sift through my room and look up the archives that define my past. this weekend i found postcards that i was supposed to send to an old friend. i was a horrible person for never trying to keep in contact with this person, when he tried his darndest to do so for me. i wrote him four postcards, which were never sent. i read them for the first time in three years, and was a little nostalgic. its like reading an old journal or looking at old photographs. seeing the past as a fleeting moment - glimpses are connected in your memory like sparks of light...only to fade away in the blink of an eye.
its 9am, sept. 12 and i'm sitting in my cube writing to you on a postcard so corney i had to use it. (it's a scenic picture of a beach in the bahamas with a woman sunbathing and boats in the distance). our system is down and no one can log onto their computers because a virus has invaded something or another. so i've already bullshitted for about an hour, and its starting off to be a wonderful friday. one of the guys that works on the same floor as me reminds me of the stalkerish psycho in amelie. he's got the same loopy, awkward features about him. a little clutzy-looking in the face but fascinating to look at. one of my little joys of the day.
my days are very simple. i get up at 6:30 which is a constant struggle and my greatest feat for the day. i have to be out of the house by 7:15 or i am late for work. i curse at useless drivers on the turnpike and idiots on 78. i walk into work at 8:01 and bullshit til 9 and then get some breakfast. i work feverishly til lunch because i know that after i eat, i will get super sleepy an become unproductive for the rest of the day.
9.16.03 sorry for the lack of interesting postcards. these are all the ones my brother and i collected while we were in the bahamas. 12 for a dollar...right now i am preparing for a hurricane that probably won't come our way. i always thought isabel was such a pretty name. today i listened to a lady who sits two cubes away from me talk about her weekend. she sounds like marge simpson's cigarette-smoking sisters...although i don't believe she smokes. hey, dave matthews is having a free concert at central park on the 24th but you probably already knew that.
9.22 monday morning sucks. its days like this that make me wish i was back at rutgers when i had the option of skipping my 8am class. i'm sorry i'm so bad with postcards. i really have to learn how to mail these out earlier. i started writing another one soon after i finished the first one, but its a little archaic now. i've got a mild headache that's from lack of caffeine. i was too lazy to drive to dunkin donuts after lunch and thought i could handle the afternoon stretch. its not looking very promising. i finally took my first vacation days off. i'm spending a relaxing 8 days in california. last friday i drove down to rutgers to fulfill one of my crazy cravings. i had been thinking of hong kong style beef chow mein from noodle gourmet for 2 weeks. everything pretty much looks the same, but they spruced up the exterior of cafe 52.
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