an army of one

Morning. Get in. 20th floor, the elevator. Sit down, raise your flag, take a floor. Fight. Four hours. Get out. Elevator. Mad dash. 1 Ave UN building. Escalator down. Take a seat. Push a button. Vote. Resolutions. Follow the instructions. Get it right. Endless statements. Four hours. Come up for air. Battle sleep. Battle restlessness.

Call boss. Worry. Inhale. Exhale. Get instructions.
Get out. Escalator up. 1 Ave, 2 Ave, 3 Ave. Office building, 26th floor. Sit down. Procrastinate. Write a report. Write another. Yet another. 10 pm. Stumble out. In the dark. Home. Elevator, 13th floor. A mess. Sit down, eat shit, watch TV. Try and read. Fail.

Battle insomnia, battle heartache, battle loneliness. Battle the demons. Cross off days.

Rinse and repeat.

I am an army of one.

sc

This is to destify that cockroaches roam the holiest of holy places. I saw one wondering about the Security Council Chambers today. It almost stepped on me. Ugh!

mens shoes

...crossing 3rd Ave with my hips swinging - I was thinking that I sooo love being a woman after all...
and then about
two minutes later I was drooling over mens shoes at Nino's Shoes window display...

go figure