bad influence

one message in my inbox this morning when i arrived at work: subject line: bad influence. message body: you are. from a friend. the morning after getting stoned can be a doozy, especially when it's one where you have to go to work and be a grown-up. interviewed a friend for a job, so we mostly gossipped, then went to visit another friend at his lovely, cubicle-free office while he's visiting from madrid. we went to a cafe called "restaurant" and walked in right behind a guy that i'd hooked up with a few weeks ago. it turns out that not only does my friend know him, but the guy owns the restaurant. i'm trying to be normal. later, back in my cubicle, i'm in a meeting with someone else and he keeps touching me while he's talking. listen to new sacred cow on the subway home and do what i've been doing every day this week, which is strip as soon as i walk in the door. must let tat breathe. eat, then pass out on couch, then wake up and stumble into bed (it's 9pm), wake up in an hour and flounce on couch while staring vacantly at law and order on tv. i've said this before, but it's immensely comforting that that show is always on somewhere. pass out again. what the fuck? wake back up, write some stuff, do some halfhearted bicep curls since i'll be in a tank friday night. 2:30am with mingus playing now. hello, "working from home" day.