It's Wednesday. I'm in White Plains. It's another 'White Plains' Wednesday. Only thing is ... I'm alone on this one. Norm's gone. Richie's M.I.A as usual and I'm ... alone. Listening to my MP3's and chatting with Kick-ass James. I called Jim a while ago. I got his voicemail and because I'm trying to break out of being a voicemail Nazi ... I actually left a message. Then as soon as I hung up ... I realized how 12 year old I'll sound when he listens to it. So now ... I have to either:

a.) Find him and kill him before he listens to it.
b.) Hire a hitman to take his phone out.
... or..
c.) Bribe his service provider to tap in somehow and delete the message.

Despite everything that's been happening to me lately ... I'm in a good mood again. I have to go over the sketches I did for Keri in pen (me and my frickin big mouth) and drop them off at her office before I head home. Richie wanted me to do some work for him but he didn't leave whatever he needed done. He said he would've. He pretty much always pays me on the spot and seems to know the value of someone's time a lot more than Norm sometimes. I've figured lately that since I'm not getting a salary like I've discussed countless times ... there's no way I'm getting up at 5am anymore. I'm tired of bringing it up all the time. I'm tired of complaining about it. And of course ... I'm tired of being broke all the time.

...Beginning of mini-rant.....
They just don't understand since they're not in it. And I can't explain enough what it's doing to me. They'll never understand. And ... I dunno. I just don't know what else to do or say to get Norm to understand. There's a check written out for my rent, phone and cable modem bills. And I'm glad I don't have to worry about those. But still ... it just sucks always scraping by. I can't just go into the city if I feel like it ... because it'll cost money that I don't have ... or can't afford to spend. It's exhausting. I can't just go and hang out at a Starbucks. Can't see a book I want and just buy it. Everything takes 'saving up'. It sucks. For a frickin book! And If was was doing absolutely nothing with my time ... I wouldn't mind. But I'm working and I'm not seeing it go anywhere. I'm a frickin graphic designer! If I had my working visa already ... I'd honestly just go get a job at a Mc Donald's. Like at nights or something. But I can't. I can't legally work and it's kinda killing me. Ugh.
...End of mini-rant

Venting is good. Maybe I need to do that more in person. Just that I always end up coming close to ... or actually crying. It's embarrassing. I did it once with Richie about how alone and crappy I felt.

I'm gonna leave here soon. I need something to eat. I wonder if I get sushi ... if it'll last the trip back home. I'd eat it on the train if I could.

Asian people keep calling my cell phone by mistake. Two calls yesterday ... one while I was on the bus going home and the other later last night. And then again just now. I say, "Hello" and then i'm hearing this rambling that I'm guessing is Chinese or so. I have no idea.

I keep trying Richie at his other office but I keep getting an "All circuits are busy" message. Weird. There ... again ... just now. I called and got the same thing. I mean ... it's only Jersey. Ok ... I'm just gonna leave soon.

Am I the the only one who thinks Britney Spears looks like one of those doll-like kids in kids' pageants in the ads in the Times Square subway? I see them ... "Britney: Live In Las Vegas" or whatever and I just think ... JonBenet Ramsey. She just looks so madeup. Whatever happened to the 'natural' look? I guess looking plastic is fun. I dunno.