Today I peed on a prickly nettle off Route 40 on the way to Route 66. Right now I am in a concrete wigwam with cable TV.

Well, look what happened. Instead of writing morning pages, I had morning drama. Ted was being distant, I felt sure he was seeing his ex Wednesday night and since then he's not sure about him and me.

I was busy today doing the text for the website, but happy to be busy. Not crazy busy either, just had something to do that took me all day and was creative but not entirely my generation.

I just realized how many little things I forgot today. I hate my shrink today because I feel like an idiot, like I do everything wrong. She thinks I make a fool of myself all the time, which is only partially true - only partially true that she thinks it, only partially true that it's true.

It's been two weeks since I put down the sign.

What's new? Oh, nothing. Just a regular Tuesday. The President contradicts his staff's lies about his brazen acts of treason, as per usual. AND THAT WAS JUST THE MORNING.

The wind ripped my sign from my hands this morning and blew it across the sidewalk. I retrieved it, but it's looking damaged, and I refuse to walk around with a damaged sign, because I believe it limits my credibility. Today, the swan sang for Sign #3.

I need to write about so many things: Carrying the Paul Ryan sign for the day on Tuesday, and the reactions it provoked; how incredibly specifically informed people are right now, how much they want to express their incredulity over the brazenness of the corruption and how long it's taking to prosecute.

Waiting for the subway today, I have the most contentious two minute conversation I've had in a while. The guy is older, probably in his early 60s, thick accent of indeterminable origin, with brown skin, and he shakes his head at me when he sees me coming, so I stop to chat.

Kumbaya is stuck in my head. This is why I can't concentrate today. Also, there's a lunchtime May Day rally in Union Square, and for the second day in a row, the sound of the Resistance is distracting me. I don't let myself quit and go outside, but I don't get any work done either.