One of Those Days

I am in a room full of cops. But they're not here for me. Instead they're here for some kid who stole a laptop straight out of the office, a kid who's dumb enough to be still in the building. If the saying is that most criminals are stupid then this kid is definitely living proof. I had my girls complain about watching a movie just because the most popular and manipulative of them had seem it before. I tore one of my favorite pairs of jeans on the gear wheel. Oh, and the ceiling in my bedroom started leaking around five in the morning. Five days left in this deathtrap and then it's the unknown. I don't know what I was thinking about coming back here. That's definitely out.

I'm preoccupying myself with all the things on my to do list that I haven't been doing: laundry, cleaning, and the like. Byron leaves my couch alone in less than 24 hours. But three days later my boy K is coming to stay for a week so there's no rest for the weary. I'll be on a panel tomorrow night as D. The Brooklyn Public Library is doing a thing a panel about the importance of Brooklyn in the minds and hearts of local scribes and I've been chosen as a talking head. But truthfully, right now, I'd rather spend the time on the couch in my living room reclaiming the space. But the job is the job. That's what it is.

I think a lot of my frame of mind is coming from the spotty amounts of sleep I've gotten over the last few days. So many guests. So many distractions. Whatever happened to a full eight hours and the waking sounds of an alarm clock. Lately I'm almost always up before the clock even sounds, as if I've already braced myself for the next challenge of the next day, the next obstacle to dodge, stop or blow to bits. Sometimes I wonder if it will ever end, if there will ever be a reprieve. Other times it feels like it's right around the corner. I guess what I can take from days like this is that they're in evitable no matter what you do or how happy or unhappy you are. You have to play damage control as much as possible, wait the storm out, board up the windows, hit the deck and hope for the best. The weaterman says there's sunlight in the forecast. I'm hoping that tomorrow will bring a little more for me. Out.