This morning

Should have been an easy evening---had a good time at Fringe, committed to three almost whole days next weekend, Taty, the woman who runs the volunteer section of the Fringe was very appreciative; she remembered my volunteering from last year, so left there feeling excited about the whole thing, then went to Standings where surpisingly I watched little baseball but had a good conversation re teaching with another patron named John. Left, prepared to visit Bobby at bar 119, had a hummus sandwich on Saint Marks, should have felt good, but then my body seemed to stop----decided just to get home, rest---no problem there, and I feel good this morning, but did not sleep well---the time between returning home and leaving the apartment in the morning for the library, or whatever, is usually when I revile myself for not having as much money as I should, wondering how I can sometimes be so passive when it comes to earning money. Strange time---never have I felt more popular, more able to go into a new situation and make friends, have strong conversations, everyone it seems enjoys being with me, and yet.....at any rate---lots of choices for the weekend, woudn't mind seeing a play, but probably will "hang" at South Fourth Street and watch baseball, nice and simple---it is very easy to concentrate on the game there.