Well, I saw...Mushroom Head

Hello all, today is another of a series of what I like to call, “Boring Bronx Days”. I woke up this morning and immediately tried to remember my dreams. In one dream, I remember visiting Connecticut, and while I was flying high above the state, I thought that the state looked exactly liked Pennsylvania. In another, I was sitting on the roof of a tall building, where I could only see the ground and the red sky above me. I have many dreams that take place on top of buildings when the sky is red. I wonder what this means. If any dream interpretors are out there, please comment what you think this means. Anyway, this was a sexual dream, so I won't divulge.

After that, I showered and made myself an egg and hash brown in the basement kitchen. Yes, I am poor. As a matter of fact, this weekend, after going to a party in Brooklyn with my room mates, I am officially flat broke! This is a big step in my life, as I now must hunt for food in the jungles of the Bronx zoo. My first goal? Hunt down the mysterious and elusive Meercat. Actually, I told my parents that I needed food, so my Dad said he would bring me some groceries today. This is good news, as the parents generally know what's up in terms of nutrition.

I went to work today, and my boss was freaking out, as usual about her fears of being fired. I, as my job description entails, calmed her down and listened to her problems. It turns out it was due to a disagreement that some other people had about which ad agency would be best for the station. Yeah. I'm not sure, but my theory is that working in an office atmosphere causes massive brain injuries, either from the sheer lameness and boredom that goes with working in one, or from blunt force trauma applied by a disgruntled coworker. This is why I must never work in an office after college. Thankfully, my dreams of becoming an astronaut/rock star don't require office work. My boss bought me pizza for lunch.

Today, I finished rereading Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce. It's a story of a young Irish man who grows up under the stern and watchful eyes of Catholic school, and eventually becomes a true intellectual badass. This is one of the many benefits of having a boring job; you can read as much as you want. Since I've been working, I also read the Brothers Karamazov by Dostoevsky, which is a Russian story that's about, you guessed it, a bunch of insane people that hate each other, and eventually go to prison/see the Devil as a man dressed in plaid. In true Russian style! Not sure what to read next, but during these two books, I read the Gospel of Matthew. I gotta tell ya, I really like this Jesus character! Nice guy. Any way, if you have any suggestions about what to read next, comment me up.

My Dad dropped the groceries off in the afternoon, and right afterwards I made myself some delicious Ramen. Yeah, that's pretty much all that happened. Thanks for listening, world.

P.S. You guys should try to come up to Central Park this Saturday, because Vampire Weekend is playing for free there. I have to be there for the radio station, but we can all hang out and watch some stupid Indie rock. Here's the website : http://www.summerstage.org/