hyenahell

coffee brewing. cigarette #2. rhys' alarm just went off, and was promptly turned off. in a few minutes, i'll start the long and brutal process of trying to get him out of bed on time for work. this being one of my duties as a "domestic partner". i promised i'd do the dishes today, on a similar note. if i don't, rhys is going to throw them away and buy new ones. he's very serious about it. being as my share of the dishes consist of two bowls, a few glasses, and about ten coffee cups, it would not be a big loss on my part. but. the ridiculousness of the situation. i mean. who is really that lazy? so. the dishes will be done. Hyena. domestic. indeed.

someone is breaking glass outside. doing some other banging about which i can't identify. and there's some hammering. they haven't broken out the sander yet. it sounds a bit like an angle grinder, but not as high-pitched. it's very. very. annoying. this shit. i swear. is driving me nuts. every time i call the supervisor guy, he says "two weeks". i've been calling him every two weeks for. i don't know. a year. i suspect he must live in some kind of realm where time passes much differently, and no one wakes him up every morning with mexican radio and construction. and yelling.

still waiting on coffee. my new coffee pot, which is extremely high tech, beeps when the pot is done. five times. this is, perhaps, the greatest technical innovation of our time. i'm convinced. but. i always sneak a cup before it's done. like i'm about to do. right. now...

mmm. ok.

so i'm going to rent this studio space for 40 dollars a month, starting in december. it's small. and i share it with 3 other people. but there's a press there. and that's pretty much all i need. i can do all my carving at home. so. the only problem is that it's quite a long way from my neighborhood. not far, so much, if you have a car. but i don't. and i waited on a taxi to pick me up from there for a little over an hour and a half last night. it's in a kind of. hmmm. abandoned? sketchy? delapidated? area. had to finally get rhys to pick me up. so i'm unsettled about that. but. it's done.

that's about it. have to go wake up my "domestic partner" now. or rather. when i've finished my first cup of coffee and am thus ready for the string of surly abuse that will be hurled at me from sleeping rhys. he's really great and all when he's conscious, aside from an annoyingly endearing habit of punching me in the butt as often as possible. but. gods. i hate waking that man up.

ack. anyway. 12 more days until i go home. i'm counting.

love.
-Hyena.