BklnQ

I have got to go back to the gym.

Five M15 busses and me a short block away. Made it, but, AARGHH.

Excruciating: sitting for a half hour with an instructor who 1) doesn’t speak loud enough to reach even two rows back, 2) doesn’t seem to know the software particularly well and 3) let the class sort of just dissolve when the software went buggy on him. I could’ve picked it up myself in a half hour alone with the manual.
What a waste of $3 (2 PATH fares) & 2 hours.

I’ve got a meeting in Jersey City in 50 min., and I’m still in Bklyn,waiting for the R train, and tapping this out on the iPaq, which wants to type q’s.

I am so swamped I can’t both think and get any work done.

I’m days behind on my work e-mail, and, sound irritated just about all the time. My doc jokingly has asked whether I wouldn’t like to be happy (see profile) just once, as they do make drugs for these things. Irritation, however, is the father of invention. I like thinking [to a point].

This my first trip through the WTC PATH station in 4 yrs. It’s stark & unnaturally clean. Dis-enthusing.