Time for Myself

Wow. I actually have a moment to blog. iTunes blasting. I'm in thought. It's evening. I'm happy. Today was gorgeous. I think I'm going out to have coffee or something. My neighbor and I share the same name and spirit. We are locked in mortal combat with the super's rather bipolar wife over the state of our ceilings. Caving in again. Paint chips, dust, blah blah blah. You get the picture.

More interviews are coming. I had two this past week, two more this week. Pretty nifty, I say.

I cashed in some crappy B-share mutual funds to keep up with my bills, so I have some credit card madness at bay for the moment. I held onto the things for five years, so I didn't have to pay that much. Visa got damn near all of it, honestly. It's not like I'm whooping and hollering at some bling nightclub sipping Cristal.

Negative vibes continue from the Bassett Hound, but I'm keeping him at bay. Salt works wonders on these things. Nice big-ass tub of Origins lavendar and vanilla salt scrub washes the tension right down the drain. I wonder if my little week "off" was actually the culmination of all this negativity. I'm beginning to think so. The people I work with are empty, with the exception of the newbie and my other coworker. We've all banded together in our lack of funds, trying to get by. We are nice, polite, and look out for each other. We've all commented on how Pinochet's absence has improved the "air" greatly. It's a relief, plain and simple.

There's a partial lunar eclipse in Pisces next month, and eclipses tend to chuck things across the cosmos. Good. I'm ready for a big fat power shift. Hopefully, some of that power will cross my path. I'm still waiting.

I visited my St. Michael statue and saw that there is an emblem on the back of the sword. It's so high up I can't see. It did reveal a red and black square. That means this statue wasn't meant to face the wall, but it does. I never believed any church could surpass my loyalty to St. Finbar's, but this is the one. It's stood there since the 1800's. St. Brigid's was torn down last week on the lower East side. Sad, that was the first real church in lower Manhattan during the Immigrant wave to New York City. Things change. It sucks, but sometimes it's necessary.

Oh, and CBGB's is moving to Vegas. Hilly Kristal's lease finally expires September 30. Speaking of leases, it's time to get mine renewed. I have to find a notary. Do they exist on Sunday? Hmmm....