See canary notes re dream. Also see iPhone notes.
Patterned cover on 37th Rd. gate (2096–97). Teen showing off his underwear in Roosevelt Ave. sta. with his jeans below his buttocks (6437–39). Was that Ch’cey D. I saw just before he got off the E?
Gar.’s and שת’s place to feed the cat. (See SMS messages with Gar.) {I fed the Cookie loaf.}
Brief as my visit was in CVS, employee Celso was handsome enough for me to take note. Due to having arrived in Manhattan so late and also not wanting to attempt taking the F home, I took the briefest of walks in the vicinity of their building before deciding it best to just go back to Queens. St. Bernard Church façade, W. 14th St. (2098–2100). 61 Ninth Ave./404 W. 15th St. construction (2101–02). Racquetball players at Kelly P’ground (2103–05), W. 16th St.
MCard refill at W. 14th St. sta. (17:30).
37th Ave. E’vine payed me no mind when he walked out of DR with female coworkers as I stood in front debating my next move under the moody, dreary, overcast skies. So desirous of a snack was I that I had considered breaking my diet but then reconsidered and went to F’town for low‐carbohydrate fare. Roast pork and hot wings (from the deli counter), heavy cream and shredded Cheddar cheese (for the microwave mug bread/biscuit recipe), Turkey Bologna, blackberries and sour cream. There was an attractive, likely gay man with a hairy chest on the deli line behind me but he was resistant to flirtation. R’mon and a new attractive Latin worker named Justin were cashiers in adjacent lanes, so my choosing J’tin led to my being right next to R’mon. Perhaps I was dehydrated, because I made a number of uncharacteristic errors that were magnified by supermarket‐worker errors. The blackberries were neither labeled with a price nor did a price come up when scanned, so Justin charged me a rather high price (four dollars for each of the two six‐ounce containers) that he insisted was correct and that I couldn’t really refute. I had not noticed that the deli worker had neglected to put a price on the wings, so another worker (or manager) had to ferry them back to the deli for pricing while J’tin and I and others on line waited. And despite all that waiting, I neglected to hand him my club card to get any potential discounts (19:57).
Mart. was leaving the building at the exact moment I was approaching, and it made his avoiding eye contact with me that much more noticeable. When I got home, I felt like I had been (unintentionally) cheated at the supermarket, but it was really just discomfort from loss aversion.