17 July 2009
4:15 pm
It's only been a few days since he went back into the studio, but I'm already experiencing Bloke detox. I'm going to sleep without him each night and he's crawling into bed sometimes as late as 5 a.m. It's like dating a friggin club kid. So needless to say, there's no cute banter over breakfast.
Homie is dead to the world till late afternoon each day. And all of a sudden, I'm remembering every little thing that sucked about this particular rodeo last go round.
Meanwhile, back at the office, corporate fired off a new cost-saving-initiative-memo eliminating summer hours. You would have thought that someone bombed Neiman's, for all the upper management meltdowns it generated. For the uninitiated, lots of NYC companies offer shortened workdays on Friday throughout the summer to give employees a head start on traffic as they drive off to their weekend country homes. But for paupers like moi, who can't afford even a six way summer share on a Hamptons garage, and who often stay late and at work on Friday anyway, it's so no big whoop.
But seriously, I think one of the suits might come back with a grenade taped to his chest Monday morning.
