annoying e-mail

from unemployment department, matching me with an education job in Brooklyn. Don't they realize that I am working when I ask for benefits for only two days? Hope this does not tie up any benefits or make me call them up (a brutal experience, last time, a few years ago)  I doubt this will have much effect on my benefits, but with them, you never know. Kind of puts a damper on a day of feeling very accomplished.
Yesterday, a good day of work at Friends, came home very tired, no movie or anything else, spent most of the evening resting, sleeping intermittently and finally fell asleep. Feeling very strong and accomplished at this moment.
Thursday evening---did go to see Flako's autobiographical statement at Performance Garage, very strong, he showed me some range that I had never seen before from him; also the way he switches from Spanish to English (as others do to) is kind of amazing. Have never had to think in another language or move quickly between the two. We don't value being able to do this in any way. A child could be an excellent translator for a parent yet not do well in school, and we only judge him on the latter. Another form of denial. Anyway, my friend Sarah was there, nice to talk to her, we may also be at the same play tonight at Dixon Place---also, many of the other downtown theater community may be present, should run in to someone that I know. Also, very much wanted to see this piece made by Jess B, whom I don't know well, but whom I have a great deal of respect for as an artist.
After Flako's piece on Thursday wanted to get something to eat, but wanted some company. Knew that Broome Street Bar was nearbye, and liked the vibe when my friend Frank was working there about eight or nine years ago. Wooster street, around the Performance Garage, where Flako's performance took place, now all shrouded with luxury buildings under construction and on the block, already several high end condos. Farewell to the bohemian life that existed when the Performance Garage opened in 68. Of course the" bohemian life" has been gone for some time. Wake up, cityboy, it is 2016. Anyway, went to the Broome Street bar, watched some baseball. When I got there it was crowded, a very upscale crowd, no sign of the "artist" regulars and first generation SOHO explorers whom I met when I was there to visit Frank. Service a little slow, but bartender and head waitress turned out to be very nice---tuna fish sandwich with a salad and a coke---after tax and tip, came to exactly $17.00 ! Utterly unbeievable, this is what NY has come to at this point. Did not mind paying it, since I was budgeted for it, and understand that a bar offers me some things that a coffee place or pizza place does not, but still--just for a sandwich and a coke---seventeen dollars. Where will it end..?
    That is all for now---will report soon--rest of the weekend seems interesting...