Nov 17, 2006
Friday Night Dead
After yet another surreal day at work, walking for a few hours with 600 some odd children through the largely empty, blighted streets of eastern New Orleans, (long story)
I got home and went straight to bed (again).
That part's pretty typical of every day, however.
I'm trying to fight off a hacking cough, none too successfully.
Anyway, I awoke a few hours later famished, with nothing to eat in the house but rice a roni and diet coke.
A few minutes later, poorly cooked, due to a microwave on its deathbed, my "meal" was "ready."
So, here I find myself on a Friday night, huddled up under an electric blanket, eating burned rice a roni and watching Joan Rivers shill her jewelery on QVC.
"It's one of the first things Edgar gave me. I wear it all the time," she croaks.
I'm not sure why, but there's something oddly comforting about her voice. I don't know why.
It goes back to childhood memories of watching her on the Tonight show, perhaps....long repressed memories of getting to stay up late on a Friday night after another nightmarish week at school.