I couldn’t work today on account of being sick. I really wanted to, I mean, I hated to just everyone there high & dry on the busiest Sunday before Christmas. Couldn’t do it though. I’ve napped & read & stayed in my polar bear pyjamas.

Zach stopped over to see me on his way to “A Hard Day’s Night,” sharing some of the things he’s learned since his breakup with Tim and how he feels about the whole thing. I let him just talk for most of the time. I listened. Sighing now and then. The irony (and also a bit of a cliche considering how often it occurs elsewhere) is that we’re much closer, at least much more honest with each other now than when we were dating. I wish he had been like this when we were together. Of course, I also think now and then of how I would have done things differently too. No going back. But it gives me a poignant feeling. Zach’s a good guy & I’m a good guy too. It’s cold out there.

Andy is on his way over now with some good soup & Thera-Flu. I’ll log off and read some more “Glamorama,” by Brett Easton Ellis. My turn to read it now. It’s really entertaining. Pretty far removed from my own life, too. Though as I read it I can’t help picturing what New York was like when I was there earlier this year. The insertion of fictional elements into memories colored by time. In other words, history.