it's all about how i make money

i was just sitting and staring at the wall, ruminating on some unbelievably convoluted shit, for probably 5 minutes or maybe, and less probably, 45. this after just returning from smoking a joint, sitting down, standing up, getting a drink, looking at the computer screen, and realizing that i was still not needed here. then the catatonia.

when i came out of my daze i was worried that i wasn't doing my job. i looked at the screen again and remembered that i'm getting paid to do nothing. i put on some music.

TWO THINGS I REALIZED:
ABOUT FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO
(in order)

1. i am not the only one here.

2. my choice to smoke a joint on the street coincides perfectly with all of friday night broadway being let out of their theatres.

as to 1 - so what? and maybe they like my singing voice. and they offered me pizza. and they're the ones making VH1's 50 Least Hip-Hop Moments.

and 2 - well, again, so what? it's still new york, right?

ooo, i just worked again. 79 seconds. i timed it. so basically i'm making $500/hour of actual work. believe me. i did the math.

i'm going to turn all the lights off now and see how that treats me.