Pea Coat in May

This weather is amazing. It's raining and I think it's supposed to continue through Monday. Whatever. I guess the longer the heat remains at bay, the better.  I went to a temp agency yesterday. It turns out I type 73 words a minute. Who knew? I don't even want to work. I just want to read and write. I have food in the fridge. That's all that matters. Well, that and an Internet connection. I decided yesterday that I'm willing to sacrifice my nutritional well-being for the Internet, so I made the call. Can't wait.  I'm about to go the gay center again. To the butch/femme meeting more specifically. I saw Meryl Streep yesterday. I had just descended the flight of stairs to catch the F train, and as I was walking down the tunnel, she approached to my left, passing not three feet from me. I watched her walk by in disbelief and was happy that I could add her to my sightings.