Happen.

Somehow, I owe taxes. I made just enough money from a couple of sources that all the money taken out of my paychecks wasn't enough. I'm not sure it pays to make money, and luckily, this year, I'm going to make a lot less. Fortunately, the great benevolent leader of our bountiful nation will bestow upon me a $600 check as part of an economic stimulus package. Thank you Mr. Bush!

The new owners are making everyone take down their satellite dishes. How can you have a satellite TV service if you can't mount the dish to any part of your building? Doesn't matter to me. Just wondering.

I have no idea what has happened over the last few weeks. Dana playing a Thin Lizzy song on an acoustic guitar in my stairway stands out in my mind. Walking around tribeca taking pictures while wasting time before a show. Working. I tried to play a record, but there's something wrong with my turntable. Don't know what. Tried to get a new pair of glasses, but the place I went was on hold with HIP for so long that they told me to come back another time. I didn't.

Under new management.

My building got sold again. Judging from the info pack slipped under my door, these guys seem a little more organized, but I guess I'll never meet that Stacey lady I talk to at the old office. She seems nice.

I'm becoming obsessed with guitars again.

Up. Down. Up.

Full day yesterday. Finished work by noon, and accomplished all the manhattan tasks I needed to, which is good since I only cross the river once a week these days. Even stopped in to say hi to Gina, and ate at Yummy House before coming home. Later, met Dana for dinner, and then went to her place, running into friends all the way, so she could show us the decayed state of her apartment. Stopped to take pictures here and there. Really needed that up-beat ending to the night because right in the middle of it all, just about counteracting any good feelings I attempted to posses, I went to the post office. The line was 30 deep, so I didn't try to get the packages that are waiting for me. What I did get was a letter from my health insurance company. They are raising my premium about 15%, and ending my plan in september. At that point, I will have to pick a new plan that, while cheaper monthly, will double or triple out-of-pocket expenses, and give me all kinds of deductibles. Not really cheaper. Far more complicated. I'm shopping around. HIP can go to hell.