tuesdays feel like wednesdays.

and wednesdays will undoubtedly feel like thursdays. and so on. i spent sunday at the office, see, which has thrown my work-equilibrium into a tizzy of dizzy. not that i don't work weekends, normally, but there was something about this past sunday that felt exactly like any other day at the office. everyone was in. there was the click clacking of other keyboards. the yip yapping of other people. the hem hawing of a humdrum 9 to 5.

only the sun streaming through the windows and the sound of spring outside gave away the whole thing. it was all an act, sunday. you were just posing as a monday to make us miserable. and it worked, making us work. jerk.

of course, i'm over it.

it's already two days later, which in slog-years feels like 100 million decades has passed. i have forgiven sunday, and am well into resenting the later days of the week. and by resenting, i really mean greeting them with passive cheerfulness. things seem to be looking up in a way that i just cannot be down about. cryptic, i know. it's best to be cryptic when you don't really know what you're talking about, see.

and it's may next week. may. may i just say, april, i hardly knew you? i mean, we did a little meet and greet. there was conversation, and a couple beers, a day at the park. but mostly i was too busy to notice, to care.

may i offer the month of may better company.

rain rain go away.

well, maybe don't. i mean, you can stay out as long as i need to stay inside working. which is all day today, and well into the evening, and possibly tomorrow.

rain, that gives you carte blanche (or carte grey, in your case) to beat down and coat as much of the city as you feel like in soppy, sloppy puddles. so, go nuts.

not too terribly much to report of late. april is already well on its way. there was a trip up to 190th street to see the cloisters on a windy, medieval saturday. we noticed a russian couple doing a sexy photo shoot by the columns - an odd place to posture and preen, but less surprises me these days.

there was a day of sunny patios and sunburn and slowed down conversations. there were more friends passing through town, more new discoveries and fun evenings and random encounters. there was an ad party up on 29th street, with kegs (kegs?) and old skool hip hop beats, like pharcyde's 'passing me by'. very possibly should've passed that party by, but i suppose it was an interesting socio-cultural experience. later, i looked around and noticed everyone was either getting high, or getting low on the dancefloor. that was my cue to leave.

and there was work - ever-surreal work. lately it feels like a sitcom, without the laugh track - but i guess we all laugh enough to cover for the lack of canned giggles. after all, what else is there to do, really?

and already we're nearing may.

may, of course, will bring a marker in the passing of time - my 30th birthday. as i leave one decade behind, i will hopefully also leave this irritating way of faux-philosophizing about everything. not that that sort of bad habit goes away with age. if anything, the quirks and irks become more defined. but enough about that.

here's to another 10 years of pitter-patter to the accompaniment of the rain's splitter-splatter.