An Invitation to the Blues

now that summer is upon us, i will write here much more. the whirlwind that has been my new life in the city is finally blowing a little softer, affording me the opportunity to look back on what i've done these past few months. damn, i'm good. that's all i'll say.

i moved into a new apartment this weekend. i'm on the street side...windows opening up onto brookline avenue. it's been cool and rainy the last few days, and i've felt more urban in the last two days than i have since i got here. possibly because i've been listening to "small change" by tom waits. the man is amazing. i want to write songs like that.

i bought new sheets last night. they are chocolate colored and very soft. i can't wait to sleep on them. too bad i don't have anybody to experience them with me.

i've made friends with one of my coworkers who happens to be musical. perhaps it's the beginning of my next project. he plays keys. now i've just got to smoke 8 packs a day for the next six months and we could sound just like tom waits.

that's right. i'm still smoking. i've been to the doctor and had tests run. just to see how healthy i am. no signs of high cholesterol, diabetes, or vd. i'm money. so i think i can afford to keep smoking for a while.

this building doesn't have central air, so i have a window unit AC. it just kicked on and scared the shit out of me.

i have to iron a shirt for work tomorrow. i'm glad to be in boston, but this job thing is getting annoying. kind of like classes when i was in college.