Capricorn 12° (January 2)
It’s a very Sunday Sunday. I am going to make a giant Caesar salad with garlic shrimp. I will also cook the salmon I bought just so that it is ready to go. I’m roasting some fingerling potatoes as well. I am bingeing on Succession which isn’t that great. I want to watch “The Shrink Next Door” which is Georgia’s baby apparently. I speak to Matt today and tell him how happy I am and how much progress we are making. I have done so much over the last several days to create a document that we can sign off on; but I am once again going to be subject to a switcheroo. I worked my way through the big black notebook, now I’m onto the little blue one, but first I’m taking a break to figure out the schedule moving forward first quarter 2023. Ok from the little blue book—this is going back to the very beginning, to June perhaps: Kid you are the prototypical man, you’re Adam forever, ready made, the something creature madein divine image. No wonder you’re holding forth like some unemombered child, seeint the world from a singular, sole perspective. Life is to be had on your own terms. Do you know how enviable that is?….MP isn’t an ally. Have to watch out for that lot. He is a double agent for sure. I will get my look together, throw away as much as possible. There is content creating. There is producing things like festivals. I think I need to owm the brand. Im just not sure how. I think what I doing is pretty good. I have to put down roots here for sure. I think tomorrow is no more [something] drinks. I will [something} my way to happiness. Ptown really is the shit. I’m constantly having to leave the places I love. It happened with the West Village. Success really would be the best revenge. At least I don’t have to deal with that [something] anymore. I can’t believe that someone, the someone, wants to take away something I advocated for over the years. Books had stopped and our first jewelry incarnation was ripped from us. I really can’t control not loving me but taking the company away. Moreover [someone] is a beautiful person, backword baseball hat, nose ring; I really am in the mood for [something] gonna [something] as much as I can. (I think I am telling myself to be careful drinking in the emotional state in which I find myself.) Now it is Spring. Nice to see A Clemons. Need to get my beach sticker. Write to X about computer. Putting rent money into the account. Removing the Xfinity. First night back at Mac’s, big hug from Chris, he is on Sunday, which I cannot do apparently. I wonder if Sebastian has had his baby. His breasts are bigger. (He leaves employ of that restaurant.) I think I need to involve others in my reinvention, start with Chase. I think the following are titles: Play The Long Game in Love. Short Stories Essays on Love, Marriage and Cosmic Uncoupling. Or How I Lost…I must have a love affair with life the way I did in 81-83. Unhitched. And The Stars UnHitched. Then I sent my notes I took of the female couple who live in Ptown on that road. I’m going to say I have no idea. At Mac’s Ptown: Kevin here. Kate is bartender way more friendly than she is to me. Call Danny at Jimmy’s and see if there is any availability. It occurs to me that I could really check out for a while like really. Just do the work at hand to avoid everybody else in the process.
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