I’m in the Herald Square subway station waiting for a Q or an N train that is surely going to have some wonky route back to Brooklyn. It’s hot down here. It’s cooler at street level but the humidity stays underground longer.

I just did a show at the Magnet. It was at 10:30 on a Monday night. I’ll get home past midnight.

A Q train just came. Yeah this train is going local in Manhattan.

These are pretty standard thoughts for me when I’m about to go home. I wait, sigh heavily, impatiently waiting just to get home already.

Yesterday I wrote about my old friend Loren passing away. Today on social media I saw other people that I grew up with who remembered him get the news. People remembered him pretty much the way I did. He was a good kid who struggled so much throughout life.

So today was a typical Monday but I feel thankful just to be alive to experience some mundane stuff. It’s probably one of the most selfish things one can do, using the passing of a friend to appreciate their own life. But I did it.

Today I got up and made coffee and oatmeal. I rode the New York City subway system to my job. I made a bunch of HTML5 banners. I went home. I had dinner with my girlfriend. I watched some playoff baseball. Then I did an improv show. There were more people on stage than there were in the audience.

It was a great day.