9:00 AM: I stumble out of bed. Every fifteen minutes for the past hour and a half or so, I have hit the snooze button. Setting my alarm for 7:30 AM has proved to be nothing but complete folly. Do I need to brush my hair before work? No... Do I need to make lunch or can I just run to the deli again? Run to the deli... Do I need to have the delectable Oren's coffee all the way on 3rd Ave or can I just pop into the Starbucks downstairs? Pop into the Starbucks downstairs... This is my inner monologue as a lay in bed. Potter meows for his food. Alas, the day must begin
9:40 AM: Waiting for the train. The most interesting part of my day is waiting to see which train will come first, the R or the V. "I need a new job," I decide. The R is great and quick- the V is my mortal enemy. I can generally predict the mood of the day depending on which train comes first. This week has been all Vs. Which means three things to my morning commute: A) One extra stop before the 6 transfer B) The incredibly long escalator taking me from the E/V line to the 6 at 53rd street. Seriously, how far underground is this train? Think the distance from hell to heaven. Yeah, that's about accurate. C)That weird smell in the passage way right before the second escalator to the 6 train. Seriously, what is that smell and why is it always there? Yep, it's going to be a V train kind of morning.
10:15 AM: I stumble into work. I sit down. The dread of a mediocre existence sets in."I really need a new job," I tell myself
10:17 AM: I crack open my Arizona energy drink. Bill went on an experimental "Red Bull Alternative" buying phase on Saturday and I am right along with him. This is far better than the green tea energy experiment from yesterday, but still tastes like sugary balls liquefied. Mmmmm....
10:19 AM: I begin to tell Joel, Dana, and Sandra about the harrowing experience of
Little Children last night. This is what I took from it:

I wanted to put a shot of just his perfect ass but this will have to do as I am afraid of googling what could be discovered as pornography on my work PC. Also, Kate Winslet while stunningly beautiful and a fantastic actress as very strange looking breasts. It's an aureole thing I think. I don't know. God doesn't give you everything.
10:20: I explain that the situation of Kate Winslet's aureoles and Patrick Wilson's ass was not
all I took from the film. It was well done, and just like
In the Bedroom gives you a choked up feeling never really resulting in a cathartic release because you're so worried about who's gonna be the one die. Instead, you leave the movie feeling despair. Over what you ask? Everything. Life, love, marriage, sex, children, puppies, playgrounds...it's all tragic. Nothing is safe.
10:30: I call a friend of my father's who works for "Law and Order" who wants to give me a job. He gets my cell number and we will talk about this later. "Am I really going to quit my job?" I ask myself.
11:15 AM: Turns out that Arizona energy drinks don't stop giving. Energy, yes. But also a taste in your mouth akin to drinking a bottle of bad champagne. Without the pleasant drunken side effect.
11:30: I realize I've been drinking a lot lately
11:31: And going through this bizarre yogurt covered pretzel phase.
12PM: Kate and I chat on myspace. She hates her job too.
1PM: I hate my job even more now.
2PM: Cigarette break.