What a crappy day it is today. First off, Andy and I have a fight this morning. Then Steven doesn’t show up for lunch at the Sears Tower. And then I head over to Paper Source and they’re absolutely no help in my search for book boxes … Clerk: “Well, they don’t really tell us who supplies us with those, and there isn’t anyone here who could tell you. I just suggest you do a google search.” You idiot, what do you think I’ve been doing for three months!? Why is everyone unwilling to tell me who their box suppliers are?! Is it some sort of deeply classified information?! This is the second time I’ve been told, “We consider that to be proprietary information and we don’t ever give out the names of our sources. We suggest you do a net search.”

And then, to top it off, I have to work tonight all the way out in fucking Norwood Park, the neighborhood where all the frightened white pseudo-suburbanites either shut the door in my face or else refuse to open the door at all. It’s going to take over an hour to get there and back and it’ll be dark and freezing, and the people in the houses that I go to visit aren’t going to care. $40 for a 45-minute interview towards improving health in their own community means nothing to them at all.

I’m supposed to go work out today, but if I go and do that now then I’ll have to head to work directly afterwards and all I really want right now is a long massage and a nap. And I probably won’t have either one.

Listening to “Scenery” by Neil Young, which is always a bit comforting when I’m angry.