listening to: voltaire - almost human

craving: the restoration of my faith in humanity? nah, who needs it.

last night: yesterday was rather dramatic in a very depressing way. let’s just say i found out what happened to my wallet, but i almost wish i hadn’t. i have it back, but i think i’m significantly more cynical as a result of the whole experience. i suppose i’m generally too trusting a person anyway… but i don’t like the idea that i have to be suspicious all the time, even around people i think are my friends. and i’d just like to say for the benefit of the person who started all this in the first place - because i know he reads this - i hope you really enjoyed those metrocards and whatever money you got. i hope it was worth it, because i’m not going to forgive you for this.

after the drama of the day, jamar and i went for dinner at cafe spice on university place. it’s lovely, if a bit swank. james and i went there once, the night of the peter murphy concert. after dinner, jamar and i saw autumn in new york which was amusingly terrible, but still terrible. don’t waste your 9.50 unless you really dig stilted dialogue and undeveloped characters. that said, i was feeling better by the end of the evening, and i got home safely.

estimated hours of sleep: six or so

so far today: sleepiness. some russian guy was reading an anne rice novel on the subway this morning. i giggled.

current plans for later today: after work i’m heading over to 35th street to go to the midtown south precinct there and fill out a police report. the only thing that remains to be decided is whether or not i’m pressing charges. as of now i’m leaning towards yes, although me getting some honesty and my money back from the person in question would help to make me think otherwise [yes, that is a hint, you thieving fuck]. i don’t like the idea of having someone i used to be close to arrested, but all it takes to make me feel better about it is to think about how that was my rent money, and how i didn’t have my id and had to talk my way onto the plane to michigan, and how i had to borrow a buck fifty from the movie theater usher so i could get home that night, and how all through that and even now i’m still being lied to about what happened.

after i go to the police station, i don’t know what i’m doing. i might go see chrissy, or i might be tired enough that i just want to go home and go to bed.

what else: i need to get new headphones for my discman. i’m thinking of getting these.