yes, this is the sort of stuff that lives in my brain.

i feel that building management has to have some sort of bizarre ethical code that i'm simply never going to be able to understand. i'm referring, of course, to the strange and futile battle that we, the office tenants, are waging against our management company, cushman and wakefield. the specifics:

-about a month ago, we had this sick hot snap in new york. it was 105 degrees in the office, and we were just screaming and begging them to turn on the air conditioning so we could breathe. they, naturally, declined.

-building managers in new york are, apparently, not required to turn on the air conditioning until may 15.

- it is now a manageable temperature outside. and forty degrees in the office. i'm sitting here, shuddering and wrapped in my big red wool shawl, wondering if i'll make it through the day without having my fingers turn blue.

ridiculous! does it not just make more sense to endeavor to keep the building at a constant 60-65 degrees year round? is it honestly worth it, this climatic push-pull that makes us all suffer so? no, i say! no! we must rise up in revolution, fight the...okay. i need to lay off the caffeine.

in other news...

-a new coffee bar has opened up in the financial district. still overpriced, can't comment on their coffee (i got a coke. sorry). but! they sell magazines, and for a consummate pop-culture whore such as myself, this is a beautiful thing.

-i am, in fact, recording on saturday. i'm very excited about this. though it does mean i need to do some serious practicing in the next few days. (to say i've been slack doesn't begin to cover it.

-bass player continues to suck. and i still continue to let his suckage get to me. it's a big cycle of ridiculous suck that needs to be stopped, but shows no sign of doing so. insanity!

today is a day of slight tiredness, excruciatingly large hair, stick dancing and copious quantities of laundry. and quasi-drinking with biscuit. i say quast because one of the more enticing consquences of my antibiotic is that I DON'T GET TO DRINK. at least, no more than one glass of wine and not within two hours of taking the pill. irritating. thursday night drunkenness is one of my favorite parts of the week.

damn you, medical science!