2005-08-04 - 5:19 a.m.
There was a beautiful transvestite in the women's bathroom on my floor at work today, and later on the way home there was a small pile of glitter and feathers on the steps of the subway. This all makes me feel like there was some sort of secret parade that I missed out on. Like I looked the other way for just one moment and then whammy, all that was left was a single high-heeled shoe, a trampled carnival mask, and a bunch of people who had fun without me...
It's brutally, disgustingly hot, and has been for most of this summer. I am cranky and sleep-deprived and about half a second away at all times from either bursting into tears or killing someone. Plus I fear that much of the time I smell bad. Unlike the transvestite in the bathroom who was exquisitely groomed and completely free of sweat. It's not fair.
