crackers in my bed

So I made the mistake of trying to open an already opened box of wheat thins while laying on my bed last week. I was planning to eat them while continuing to lay there for two very good reasons: 1) I can do whatever I want, and 2) It's one of two places in my room where I can comfortably eat.

After opening the wrong side and wrestling with the package, I came to realize that crackers and crumbs were spilling all over me and my sheets. This was both amusing and frustrating, as I have a history of bed-food incidents, not only with crackers, but also scalding hot tea, a milkshake, a subway foot long, and most notably a candy bar (imagine scene from Godfather where man finds horse's head in his sheets and substitute horse for chocolate and almonds). Please refrain from making the obvious suggestion here, people. The point is that I have a problem; a food-in-my-bed-problem, and I hate to admit it, but the crumbs are not all gone because I forgot to wash my sheets last weekend. It's not the worst problem ever. You know what a worse problem is? Trying to figure out how a person on SSI should shop for healthy food in Harlem. You know what an even worse problem is? Being the person who has diabetes and mental illness and trying to figure out how to eat healthy and manage your weight on SSI while getting mugged semi-frequently. I mean, this guy might want crackers in his bed, right?

In other news:
President Obama was in NYC today, and apparently he was at The Met tonight, which is right near my place, and is along the route that I run on the way to the glory that is central park. Anyway, you wouldn't believe the amount of police officers who were around The Met. I literally saw more cops than people, which is significant, but the things is that they were all just standing in groups of two or more...just talking...getting paid. It made me resent police officers and our 44th president for requiring so much attention. I think NYC is rubbing off on me as I was annoyed by such a slight inconvenience. Or maybe it was the fact that, uh, THEY WEREN'T DOING ANYTHING!! I hope they all spill cracker crumbs on their sheets.

In alternative news:
I went to a Yankees game a couple weeks ago and spent way too much on a burrito and got semi-soaked, but also saw derek jeter surpass Lou gehrig's (sp?) as all-time hits leader.

Tetris and the Compassion Rebellion

You know when you are about to lose at tetris, and you start to panic and think, "oh, sh**, oh sh**" as the blocks seem to be coming faster and the rows move higher quicker? Well, I was born playing a brand new, beginner level tetris game. If you are born into poverty and have a mental illness, an abusive past, a poor education, addictions, no support, no dignity, are treated without respect, are sometimes given bread but never roses, are surrounded by violence, live in a society that is individualistic and calloused, well...I started out talking about tetris, but now I don't think a computer game is an appropriate analogy, but, you get the idea. Oh, sh**, oh sh**, you're f***ed (unless someone is willing to stand by you with a pocket full of quarters, patience, encouragement and teaching) this is just the way it seems to be. And most people don't spend a lot of time in arcades...I know I don't.

Upcoming events this week:
1) ultimate frisbee in central park
2) yankees game
3) will either give myself a haircut or pay for one
4) not writing another blog

Also, I will be composing a list of things that kill your soul. Feel free to comment on your own "soul-killers". I have two for you:
1) standing in line. this is just the worst ever!!!!!!
2) Shopping/thinking about stores like American Apparel- save your soul. don't do this.

PS- This is called blogventing (which is a term i just created). No need to comment or analyze. Just let it happen. Pictures to follow someday.
PPS- I found this link to be pretty simple way of presenting our health care problem in America