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.