healthy again -- except for slight headache which i took an ibuprofen for, and is now going away. made it to the 24-hour Rainbow on Lake street and bought some coke, and drinking it has improved my mood so much so that my suspicions about coke are re-newed. there really is an evil drug in it that makes it do what it does.
my energy level is back around normal so i'll be able to get to the bank once the sun comes up, and FINALLY do my laundry. i am out of towels, and i am out of all my favorite clothes except for my button-up dress shirts. and out of underwear. and that simply will not do. not do for long.
i'm also in bad need of a shave. it's been a week. and when i don't shave, my skin tends to break out. which is a drag. nobody likes that. nobody.
things got volatile today in my house. one of my h-mates left a note posted to clean up the kitchen, as there are always crumbs and dishes left lying around, and spilled shit -- which is true. our kitchen, with 6 people living here, is often a goddamn disgusting piggy mess. it's inhuman. so i agreed with the note, which said, JUST CLEAN UP YOUR SHIT AS YOU GO. makes perfect sense to me. but the note was anonymous, whoever wrote it did not sign it. my h-mate Leo, a very high-strung Argentinian Marxist, comes home and reads this, and comes banging on my door asking me if i left the note. i tell him no. about an hour later i go into the kitchen and see that the note's been written over with a black magic marker saying "what? fuck? anonymous bitch".
fun!
i could have gone and talked to Leo about it but i just didn't want to.
and then a few hours later, i see the note has been written on further, this time in pen, saying "we've all cleaned up each other's messes, not just you".
fun!
yes it's all ridiculous. it's amazing.
my energy level is back around normal so i'll be able to get to the bank once the sun comes up, and FINALLY do my laundry. i am out of towels, and i am out of all my favorite clothes except for my button-up dress shirts. and out of underwear. and that simply will not do. not do for long.
i'm also in bad need of a shave. it's been a week. and when i don't shave, my skin tends to break out. which is a drag. nobody likes that. nobody.
things got volatile today in my house. one of my h-mates left a note posted to clean up the kitchen, as there are always crumbs and dishes left lying around, and spilled shit -- which is true. our kitchen, with 6 people living here, is often a goddamn disgusting piggy mess. it's inhuman. so i agreed with the note, which said, JUST CLEAN UP YOUR SHIT AS YOU GO. makes perfect sense to me. but the note was anonymous, whoever wrote it did not sign it. my h-mate Leo, a very high-strung Argentinian Marxist, comes home and reads this, and comes banging on my door asking me if i left the note. i tell him no. about an hour later i go into the kitchen and see that the note's been written over with a black magic marker saying "what? fuck? anonymous bitch".
fun!
i could have gone and talked to Leo about it but i just didn't want to.
and then a few hours later, i see the note has been written on further, this time in pen, saying "we've all cleaned up each other's messes, not just you".
fun!
yes it's all ridiculous. it's amazing.
Glad to hear that you are feeling better.
B
So, you work at the dome for any games? Or just baseball, just football? I think it sounds like a cool job.