Wow. Back to work...



I'm here. It's Monday. The power blame game has begun. Our power grid sucks. Someone screwed up royally. Trains were incredibly empty this morning, people were skittish and service was slow. Makes me wanna curl up with a good book and a nice cat by my side.



My boardwalk plans were destroyed yesterday. When I walked outside, it started raining horrendously. I ran back upstairs to grab my umbrella, but the downpour didn't cease for about an hour. I should have stayed in and put up some eBay listings, but ehhh. What could I have done? When it abated somewhat, I went to the diner around the corner and had a cheeseburger, then read through the Daily News. I was unable to find a paper at all on Friday, and that will definitely be something we'd all remember. I always read a paper, too. It felt weird to take a break.



I went online again last night, but no one was around. Ho hum. My old personals site contacted me to ask if I was going to update my listing. I did, just for the hell of it. I uploaded some interesting pictures. Now I'll sit back and see what idiots will contact me. This should be a hoot. They're all geeks or yuppies who want a size 2 mousy brat anyway, so my chances, as usual, are shot to shit. The older I get, the more I realize I wasn't meant to have anything, just the illusion of it. There's nothing left when you have nothing left to lose. I'd like someone else to do the work for a change. I'm 31 and my patience is waning.



Between that thought, and the picture of Steve, 'tis been an interesting Sunday, now that I look at it. My highlight of yesterday was watching "Nefertiti Resurrected" on the Discovery channel. A beautiful, cunning, queen who managed to salvage an empire without a man. Hey, I'm all for that! Kings never last, in name or in stature, it seems.