It's Sunday, right?

What do you do when you're pretty sure it's Sunday, but all signs point to it not being Sunday?

For example, the mail. There isn't supposed to be mail on Sunday, right? So why was a mail truck stopping at each mailbox in my parents' neighborhood when I was there today?

And the busy hair salon I walked past. Are hair salons open on Sunday? I didn't think so.

The newspaper says "Sunday," though, so I'm going to go with it. Plus, I know I had a Saturday, I remember it, and if today was Monday, someone would have called me by now to find out why I'm not at work. I would have had to make something up, like "I had a jumper crisis," because no one would believe me if i said, "I thought it was Sunday."

TV seems like a good way to keep track of days. maybe i need to watch more tv. the office is the only thing i make that much of a point to watch. i used to like lost, but it's lived up to its name and lost my interest almost completely.

It's "spitting snow," as they say, and I'm enjoying it. It seems really sad for some reason. not because i think it should still be warm or something. it's just that kind of day. gray and gloomy and snow settling slightly on people's hair. It seems kind of sad, but fits my mood.

if i could be anywhere now, in the most escapist sense of the phrase, i'd be on the other side of the earth, at my old favorite, yuri jazz cafe, in nagoya, jp. i'd drink the ginger beer (actual beer with ginger flavoring) and write in a notebook and watch the two guys who work there select the next record from the rows and rows against the walls. they'd pick the next record without any fuss, put it on, display the cover, and go back to the tiny "kitchen." i'd sit at my scarred wooden table, one of six, and peek through the shutters now and then to the world outside. i could stay there all day. they didn't care. i could be by myself, writing in my notebook and staring into space, or i could be with someone. it didn't matter. that's where i'd escape to right now. not the beach or san francisco. those don't match my mood. just yuri jazz cafe.