what now, cityboy?

I wouldn't call last night's events a disaster----but it was definitely something to learn from. What happened? Returned from a session kind of tired---did not feel I could travel far from the west side---but wanted to watch at least one baseball game (why not two?) and so ended up at a semi-crowded JGMelons, a relatively new location for this older bar on 83rd and Amsterdam. Just one tv, but it was showing the Yankee game so I settled in and ordered a blt. Bartender was cordial---also overworked--but did pay attention. Watched the game while waiting for the food---a long time, but obviously a lot of orders had been placed before me. BLT arrived---pretty good---I finished eating it kind of quickly. Left soon after---I had gotten my four innings in---no conversation with near by bar patrons---and decided to finish up with some yogurt. Got that and returned to the apartment in a pretty tired state around 9. So what is wrong? At this point, with no Friends work to plan for, it just does not work. Slept unfitfully, with many breaks---feeling lonely, abandoned. Cityboy, somehow I don't think you realized that once Friends was over the reality you face---planning, options, etc. is radically different.Yes, a whole world of choices has exploded in front of you---you cannot protect yourself.
  So what is the solution. Well, no matter what, stay out in the evening---whether it is a movie, play, concert, La Flaca, any bar in Brooklyn---no matter---unless you are brutally tired---we go into some environment that stimulates cityboy.  Not clear what I will do tonight, but if I am tired from my one session and rest of day, will not stay home.
  What else? Well, the Huvstedt novel gets better and better, also I picked up a small book of memoir-essays by Alison Lurie with some very trenchant reading matter. A good chapter on being a Radcliff student in the late 40's, and one very observant chapter on Jonathan Miller directing a production of Hamlet. Good stuff.
  Could read forever, but what about some memories from me---where do they go? One web site made the Science Year Book of my graduating class available to browse on line. I look to try to find the addresses of many students in that class who were living in what was then all white parts of the Bronx that have now faded into poverty neighborhoods. Can't get enough of that. Usually I then go to google maps and see what the street looks like now. Yes, a whole civilization that is no longer. Mythic? Possibly.
That is all for now, will report tomorrow and you will see if my Wednesday evening "adventure" will give me easier sleep progress then yesteday's