Today at work I took a load of trash out and almost (literally) ran into a homeless guy who was peeing on the dumpster. It was a supremely uncomfortable moment on both sides. What does one do in a situation like that?What is the proper etiquette for instances of witnessing public urination? I don't think Emily Post ever covered that one. I almost apologized for interrupting...but then, I was innocently taking the trash out so really I wasn't at fault, was I?...anyway, he mumbled something incoherent and I mumbled something incoherent and we both tried to pretend nothing was happening.

If I ever strike it rich, my gift to the city of Boston is going to be a lovely, well-equipped public restroom every two blocks. With floral air-freshener, soft lighting, bidets, and nice grandmotherly restroom attendants to make sure nobody's using illicit substances.

The brand name of the toilet paper at work is 'Envision.'What, pray tell, are we supposed to be envisioning?

Am grumbly because bus to work never came this morning and was forced to spend substantial portion of my earnings for the day on overpriced taxicab. Had lovely chatty cab driver last week who looked like Shaggy from Scooby-Doo and told stories about his Jack Russell...keep hoping to run into him and his cab again but haven't.

Must off to learn lines for new play festival next week in which I play a ditzy hyperactive waitress and a neurotic martini-swigging barfly.Yay.

What a disappointing day I had.

Virtuously I dragged my tired butt to yoga class only to discover that my favorite instructor 'Helga' ( that is not her name but I call her that in my head because she is lanky and German and has a reassuring air of omnipotence)has been replaced by a perky little elf in a neon orange T shirt who looks like the spawn of Pee Wee Herman and Ross Perot. He chirped a welcome and then led us through a seres of uncomfortable and undignified poses that were distinctly not relaxing and did not lead to enlightenment.
Will never attend that class again.

I am afraid that I am getting an ear infection. Sporadic twinges of agonizing pain that quickly disappear. Am wondering how long I can safely procrastinate before seeing a doctor.

My email account is being deluged with offers to witness "Girls Who Squirt- Great Gushing Squirts'. I have no idea what I may have done that would lead pornographers out there to assume that I am interested in viewing such material. But I am not.

Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday...I think I have only 8 more hours of java hustling left in me.

Have been wallowing in nostalgia lately, mourning my lost youth. Think is result of unresolved issues around painful subject of Friends going off the air. When Friends started I was a giddy young thing of 22. The world was my oyster. I had youth, buoyancy, unlined skin and unlimited optimism. Now all these things have faded, replaced by the sad sad knowledge that in real life no one can afford a spacious Manhattan apartment on the salary of a coffee shop waitress.

Am also bitter because (as per entry of Feb 29) I do not have TV and will be unable to resolve issues by watching final episode and shedding a salt tear or two as I bid a poignant goodbye to my former self.

363 days a year I don't mind but....