BAD DAY

Yesterday I thought I was going to lose it.

First I overslept, then when I got to work I realized I forgot my medication. So I got to spend the day dancing with dopamine, or more accurately dealing with a dearth of dopamine.

I held open doors for three people who didn't even say "Thank you." What's up with that? Are New Yorkers getting more rude?

Things at my day job are weird. In short, the person I was hired to replace is not leaving after all (it's taken them a year to figure this out) and so I get to stay in my little cubicle 'till, well, I guess eternity. Fortunately they did give him a raise so that eases the pain a bit.

By the time I got home I was in a black, foul mood. Went to bed around 9:30.

Ah, well. Still, this morning walking from the subway to work I passed the people sleeping on the benches outside Madison Square Park and said to myself (as I try to do every day), "There but for the grace of God go I."