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WARNING: There's a bit at the bottom of this entry that is going to hurt your eyes. But it's in a good cause. |
Friday, March 19, 1999 Another Exhausted Thursday, Part II (Continued from yesterday's entry.) I still really needed to get to the bank. My local branch usually closes at 4 PM, except for Thursdays, when it closes at 6 PM. I got out of class around 5:30. After stopping to talk to another former classmate, I zoomed back to my apartment, where I picked up my bankbook-- Oh, I forgot to mention the weather. See, my bankbook was in my coat pocket, where it had been perpetually on hand all semester long. This, however, was the first day that I didn't need my coat. (Actually, I didn't need it on Wednesday, either, but I hadn't known that before I left.) Knowing New York weather, I didn't expect this to last, but I was wearing a lighter denim jacket and really enjoying being able to do so. The only catch was that this indirectly caused me to leave my bankbook at home. So, anyway, I rushed into my apartment, dropped my paintings, grabbed my keys, and zoomed out, grabbing my mail along the way. On the bright side, I realized while doing this that my mail consisted of a $20 check from Queens College, which was the refund of the deposit I'd given for the keys to the college newspaper offices. That was what I'd wanted to withdraw, actually, so it would work out well, if I made it to the bank (four blocks from my house) in time. Rounded the corner, noted the clock on a nearby building reading one minute to six, and rushed across the block to the bank, where -- yes! -- somebody else was entering. They were open! Ummm, let the record show that the bank near me is actually open until 7:00 PM on Thursdays.
Anyway, going to see the local college production of The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Abridged) was clearly out of the question; I was too zonked. Hopefully, I'll make it next week. So all I had left to do was pick up my English homework and go back to college one more time, to drop it off. I fell asleep instead. Sigh.
But I still couldn't sleep. Well, no, I could have quite easily. But the phone kept ringing, and I kept half-waking up and drowsily listening to the answering machine. See, my family really wanted to get hold of me, because | |
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This would be Sibling #5, the brother who's paying my rent just now. I had known this was coming, of course -- it's the reason I was going back home this weekend, actually -- but I had somehow been under the mistaken impression that this was going to happen on Saturday night. Nope. So they were having a bit of a party back in Far Rockaway, and trying to reach me on the phone, which I was ignoring, 'cause I was just too tired to care about anything but sleeping at that point. Somewhere around midnight, maybe half-past, I gave up and got up, at which point they got me on the phone, and Mazel Tovs were exchanged all around. I then ended up staying up until 6:30 or so, at which point I napped for a few hours. And I'll take up the narrative in tomorrow's entry, which'll cover Friday and Saturday.
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