Turns out that being invisible doesn't apply when a train conductor wants your ticket. I'm in Greenwich right now. I feel sleepy and hot and just want to go home, take all my clothes off and lie on my bed with my face in the pillow. My eyes hurt a little. Stinging. I should've changed my contacts this week but forgot. I need to set up a reminder.

I love Greenwich. I really do. I don't know the area that well but what I've seen is beautiful. I don't think I've been here since winter. I think the last time I was in Connecticut was that day I had to walk to the hospital to get my HIV test results. I don't remember being back here since. I like it here but I don't know if I could actually live here. Sometimes it feels a little exclusive and it probably is. But it's a nice break from the city. My plan to embrace transparency is easily foiled here. Being a black person in Greenwich makes you anything but invisible.

My plan to have a 'talk' with Norm also got trashed. She's in a pretty good mood and is actually speaking to me. Not down to me. I have no idea what was going through her mind last Tuesday. I'd just come up from lunch with Eric, spanking new iBooks in hand and I guess stress got to her.

"I'm glad you got your laptop but let's not forget who pays your rent. I pay it. Not Eric. I have a lot of work I need done," she patted her chest for the words to come out.

I couldn't believe they did. I was immediately sad and pissed at the same time. I spent the rest of the afternoon toying around on the other laptop. I avoided even touching my new iBook until she was getting ready to leave. I had finished everything she needed me to do but I steered clear of the iBook for a while. I went home very sad that day and without my rent check no less.