Good morning

I slept outside amongst some pallets of bricks last night after signing off at 2245hrs.  I woke up at 0550hrs because it was full sunlight and trains were going past and I was worried the supply yard would open; I see why daylight savings time is done, even if it's a logistical pain.  I found a bench on the sidewalk and lay there for an hour.  I walked about fifteen blocks, bought and ate a  package of alfahors, but not because I was hungry, got on the subway but got off after three stops because it was hot and I wasn't going anywhere in particular.  I wanted to use my credit card to buy food so I walked until I found a grocery store and bought five chocolate bars and a liter of milk.  I ate one and drank the milk on a small retaining wall on the sidewalk in the shade around the corner.

I thought about a plan for returning to Boston.  My dad found a cheap ticket I could by to New York.  I could finish my bachelors in ath at UMass Boston; I could work(?) and live in Dorchester again.

I thought about a plan for staying here.  Max and I found a cheap apartment available 1 December.  I have a wad of sweaty, under-the-table cash with which I was partially compensated for my work in October yesterday so I could put down the deposit anytime.  I could keep working, maybe get a job as a real English teacher, stay in better contact with folks I now know in this city.

I felt itchy.  I though about a plan for today and this week.  I coud go check into the unfriendly hostel and shower and wash my clothing.  The secret weekly price is competitive (the nightly price is exorbitant).  I could make it a point to go out alot anyways.

The climate for the next three months here is going to be uncomfortably hot and wet.  The climate for the next three months in Boston is going to be uncomfortably cold and wet.  I thought about a plan for going back to El Bolson for the summer.  I could do physical labor and eat vegetables and be outside and spend very little.

I realized I was happy for the moment to lie on the cool, macroscopically clean sidewalk at 1000hrs as the day started.  The camping store on the frontage I occupied was opened by a clean, rugged-looking young man.

I thought about money.  How much I'd spent unnecessarilly in the day and a half since I got back into town, simply for not having anything to do.  Maybe if I dan't finished my novel, I would have spent, and eaten, less.

I thought about the things I'd had stolen.  How I needed a new insulated, refigerable container for my insulin, a new headlight, a new wearable container for my cards and cash, and a new shoulder bag to put this stuff in.

I walked to the same old internet cafe because I had some vague reason to go there and no reason to go anywhere else.