what is the word

It's a fine, fine day today, even tho it is grey & damp, & I am at work. I have decided not to write about the Olympics, or hurricanes, or gay governors, or anything else that might be crossing the wires today. Today I'm not going to feel guilty that I only ever write about myself (what a narcissist!), the bars in my neighborhood (mmm... bars) & quirky spam subject lines (I got this one today: Stop and Look Around Frisky Commandeer -- to me it sounds like a band name à la Godspeed You Black Emperor!). It's my blog after all. There doesn't seem to be any point in feeling obligated to write about things.
Last nite Margo & I finished up a long evening at her friend Isaac's place. He served us sake from a giant bottle labeled SHO CHIKU BAI & cut up a large pineapple into chunks in a bowl. I felt a very strong dejà vu; maybe that isn't the right way to describe it, but the sake & the words on the bottle & the pieces of pineapple were working their way thru me, reminding me of the old days, but not in an unpleasant way.
& today Margo & I woke up early, & it was the sort of day where the clouds were low & the air smelt of raindrops but it somehow stayed dry, & we ate at Enid's & made our way back down Bedford to sit in front of a café watching everyone go by, & I told her I had a mini-crush on Isaac, & she said even tho it was sad to be ending her vacation she would be happy to be in Italy again, & then I had to get ready for work & she had to go to the airport & then she was gone.