I was having one of those days at work when people were pulling me from all sides. I wanted to put a sign up that said “I will be emotionally and physically unavailable between the hours of 9 A.M.-5 P.M., Mon-Fri”

And then on top of that I started freaking out over the diminishing balance of my bank account and the increasing rate of my spending. Yeah, I’m gonna have to stock up on rice and beans and ramen. I’m 28 but I eat like a college freshman.

So when you are having one of those days when you hate your life because you are overworked and poor, the last thing you want to do is sit in a dark theater.

My friends and I had tickets to see this scary puppet show in the East Village but my brain was too numb to handle anything artistic or requires cognitive processing on my part. And I had a feeling that if I were placed in a dark and quiet theater I would slowly start bawling to myself and make it very awkward for people in my vicinity.

I met up with Vidya for drinks beforehand at Klimat, this cute little bar in the East Village that specializes in Czech and other Eastern European brews. When we saw eachother we were both like Ummm, yeah….don’t think I’m gonna make it to the puppet show. God, I love it when you and your friends are on the same wave length. And I love when that wave length is composed of beer.

We chatted about that lame GQ article that lists the most pussywhipped men on the planet and one of the guys on the list was Seal. Ummm, I don’t know if the average GQ reader has EYES, but if I were married to Heidi Klum I would be fucking whipped too.

Eventually our friend Elissa showed up and we told her that we wouldn’t make it to the puppet show. So we knocked back a couple of more beers and headed to Caracas Arepa bar.

So we went to the take out part of the restaurant and for some reason I associate take out with fast food and when my food didn’t promptly arrive I was starting to get vewwwwy antsy. I kept asking the cashier, “Is it ready yet?” “Is that mine?” The guy was not very sympathetic to my expanding hunger. I was about to climb over the counter and bust some skulls.

Our order finally arrived and I ate my arepas so quickly that I burned the roof of my mouth…teehee.

After Caracas we parted ways but I made my way over to Something Sweet Bakery on First ave and ordered the chocolate covered bananas.

Dear lord, have you had these bananas??? They are like a little piece of heaven wrapped in chocolate. And the best part is walking down the street with a chocolate phallus in your mouth.

By the time I got home I was feeling quite satisfied. The woes of the day just withered away.

But then I woke up this morning.

Anotha day, anotha dolla. Or in my case, it’s more like anotha day, anotha bill…to pay.